He was funny. He made me laugh. Over the years, on his visits to India, back when we were young and silly. That really is the way I want to remember him. That humour bonded us over countries, time zones, distances…my brother, closest in age to me among all us siblings and cousins from my mother’s side. I’m no more young but perhaps just as silly. Because even though he’s not here anymore, I know he always will be. Laughing mischievously, as if at the great joke he’s played on life, that in taking him away it’s bonded him to us irrevocably. Like his humour did – over countries, times zones, distances… the tangible.