I sat next to someone during the Bangkok writers’meeting on the 7th of November , and now I find he is
no more. He was a writer, and though I did not become great friends with him in
that short time, we did exchange a few moments of fun talk, standing with
others over a beer. Seems strange then to lose someone within a month and a
half of meeting. He had a heart attack on his return from a New Year party. He was 61.
RIP Mo Tejani.
RIP Mo Tejani.
Damini, the girl who lost her life after being gang raped in
a bus on the 16th of December , would she have even dreamt of such an end to
her life as she got out of watching the movie The Life of Pi at Saket and in all innocence took the bus
back home with her friend. She must have laughed and joked or argued vehemently
with her friend over the movie, may have hated or loved it, we will never know.
She was 23.
RIP Damini.
She was 23.
RIP Damini.
It is kind of hitting me, the temporary nature of being. And of how life can suddenly and sometimes cruelly change into death.
