In Memoriam.

Luvly George is dead.
And I, ridiculously enough, am feeling bereaved.
I don't know her.
It's almost an insult to her family's loss to say it, but I am feeling loss.

She- I know very little about her. I know she's somewhat religious and has a tendency to send religious forwards to people on Orkut. In fact, she sends all sorts of forwards. A regular forwarder.
And I know she never put her picture up on her profile, only greeting-card pictures of children and flowers. So for a very long time I didn't know who- which of the girls in church- she was. I only found out when she was getting married.
I played for her wedding- a month or so ago. I messed it up rather badly. Then I relieved my guilt for weeks afterwards by imagining myself profusely apologising to her. I never shall, now.

She married a Maharashtrian boy- a 'love marriage'. He got baptised in order to marry her. They've come to church regularly every sunday since then. She, who understands the service in Malayalam, alongside he, who doesn't.
She died today. Coming back from church on a motorbike with her husband. A truck came and hit them from behind.
So their family will have had a baptism, a wedding, and a funeral, all in the space of a month.
A fair, rounded girl with a bit of a belly in a cream-coloured sari.
It is nothing if not unfair.