The Universe is a person by Tanuja Chandra

Last month, my aunt, Sudha, passed away. She wasn’t young, she wasn’t in perfect health, she wasn’t in the midst of some pressing endeavour for which her family needed her. By most standards, she didn’t leave at some greatly inopportune time. But still, so many people, most of whom had met her only in a film [the documentary Aunty Sudha Aunty Radha], felt bereft. As if it was a personal loss.