Memories
If I were to think back of the most distinct memory I have of Patti, it would be of her laughing hysterically sitting on the sofa, watching a black and white Tamil movie and screaming out my name, asking me to share the joy she found in that (ridiculous) joke on Sun Tv. I never ever remember finding any of those movies funny. I only remember her laughter. Her laughter was contagious. There were these numerous other times when she would empty the entire concoction of coffee into milk and laugh to herself claiming what a funny being she was! well, to me, she was perfect. For the 18 odd years I have lived with her, we have laughed, cried, abused each other, but not once in these years have we ever lost faith in the other. Everytime I fought with my father, I would scream saying my patti and I will move out to a separate house... and she sighed claiming what a stupid girl I was. The most curious person I have ever met, some afernoons, instead of sleeping, she would spend her time reading H...