What do I say about my first little sister who lived up to the meaning of her name in every way. Rohini, who I was tied to immediately by our outrageously matching names, was in every way like a star. A bright light who both twinkled and danced (literally!) who eluded easy characterization, was compelling, bright, generous, kind, and often on a trajectory and adventure of her very own. Rohini and I spent so many summers together, renewing our close bond every time. I’ve always been bad at long distance communication and although she grumbled at me about it, Ro and I never let the intervening years between our reunions dampen our easy closeness. Rohini was truly fearless. And capable. She lived every inch of life, relishing sweet moments and sharing them with her beloved Ishani and the rest of us and took life’s losses and setbacks in stride, with a determination that made a household packed with strong women, proud. This loss is unimaginable. Rohini and the rest of my Bangalore family are my home. My heart is broken by this terrible senseless loss of my beloved Bhuttumama and Mamima’s baby I held so proudly and the sister I love so much. There are a thousand thoughts of grief and rage and gratitude that we all are carrying now. May we all have the strength to bear her absence and may our ancestors keep her close until we are all whole again. With all my love and forever tightly in my heart Mohini