Memoir

Simon Britto was born on the 24th of March 1954, and I was born just ten days after. We stepped into student activism together, shared the same politics, read together, and studied together. Soul mates, almost. However, it never crossed my mind that someone so close could just leave one fine day. Someone who fought hard for centuries to survive, live. Someone who lived beyond his physical limitations, quite extraordinarily. I haven’t uttered a word to the media. The truth that Britto is not a phone call away any more is something I have not been able to cope with.