of Death and Sorrow.
It was a rather quiet and dull midnight in June, when I found myself struggling to sleep, plagued by the relentless grip of jet lag. In an attempt to soothe my restless mind, I turned to the familiar comfort of old school records. I sifted through photographs, scrapbooks, gifts, and cards, each item a portal to memories long past. As I waded through this sea of nostalgia, my hand brushed against a postcard from 2016 sent all the way from Niagara. On its back were the words: "Hey Praj, I thought I'd give you my bro code after my wedding. But Batman doesn't need bro code, right? Love, Viv." In that moment, a floodgate of realisation opened within me. I had never truly spoken about him; the weight of his absence had been festering inside me for far too long. I first met Vivek in August 2008. Discovering we were both from Bangalore, he felt duty-bound as a senior to rag me. Over the next few years, our relationship evolved from senior-junior dynamics to deep friendship a...