Senthil, our best friend, my wife and I will unbearably miss you, but we will never forget the joie de vivre and our prelapsarian days together in the 1970s and 1980s. 52 years have sped by since I met you. I am so sad that we couldn't have a few more years of our wonderful friendship. You have led a very intense life, and I know that you have burned your candle from both ends. You are at peace now. No more worries about tax returns and meeting deadlines. You don't have to dash from place to place or from one meeting to another. No more trains to catch or planes to board. Your shoulders don't have to carry the burden of others. You have done more for the benefit of others than anyone else I know. The orchestra of life has stopped playing. It's time for a well-deserved rest. "Like the professional dancers at temples, who enter and exit by turns, things come and go in this transient world." (Uraiyoor Muthukannan; c 100AD)