08/10/2025
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How do you say goodbye to someone who wasn’t just a friend, but a soul sister?
For over fifteen years, you weren't just by my side, You were a part of me. A mirror image of who I am, only shorter.
From the very beginning, our connection was unshakable. We didn’t just share a love for the 7th art—we breathed it together. We saw the world through the same lens. We could read a story and cast the same faces without a word spoken. We whispered dreams behind closed doors, shared laughter over script pages, and cried over moments that moved us. Oh, how you cried unapologetically whenever your heart was touched, whether by joy or pain. Those plans whispered behind the four walls of your house, my house and the studio, I have no idea what to do with them Swidy
You were the first to read every word I ever wrote. Always so anxious for my next story concept...
"Swidy, you nova write new script?"
"Swidy, which page you de now?"
Sometimes you were right there, reading as I wrote, line by line—living each scene with me. It was our ritual, our rhythm.
You knew me like no one else. Every scar, every silence. You weren't just accepted by my family, You became family. A sister in all but blood.
Even in the face of unimaginable pain, You fought with the strength of a lioness. Cancer may have tried to dim your light, but it never touched your spirit, not even a teeny tiny part.
Even as your body battled, your mind dreamt bigger, for us, for the work we loved, for the stories still left to tell.
You made plans, real plans, and insisted we’d walk through them together. You pushed me to be my best self, always believing, always cheering, always rooting in love. We went to festivals, even when your body begged for rest, because being around film, around the magic we so deeply adored, gave us both life.
You were always present, planning Bosendi's birthdays with me every year. And this year, just before you traveled back to india in April, though frail, you insisted on showing up for her, because that was who you were...Loyal, present, and always with that sparkle that lit every room.
Bosendi still prays , Thanking God for making "Aunti Mimi" feel better. I had to come up with something when she asked about you. I haven't had the courage to tell her this truth. You loved her dearly and she, you. I can't break her little heart yet..I don't have the courage to Swidy
And now, I walk alone…feeling utterly lost sometimes because I want to call and tell you something, but then remember...
And when they ask,
“Wossai Mimi?”
Or
“How for Mimi?”
I pause, because I don’t yet have the words to say you’ve transitioned to a land of unending creativity, of eternal storytelling, where I know you’re already singing, dancing, acting, and designing the most breathtaking costumes for heaven’s stage.
I was the first call you made after your diagnosis and i said " I am here, we will fight this together"
And we did. Every single day for 18 months, we did. Cancer may have Won, but you my girl made sure it wasn't an easy win. A true worrior till the end.
As I drop my pen , I know you’ll still be reading and while you do, happy tears will tricking down, as always.
Thank you for being a great part of my life.
Shine on SWIDY.
I love you to infinity.
The Studio will never be the same without u
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