I was impressed when I first met Aunty. Like you said, she was fiercely independent - yet she stood proudly family-centric. I remember having a long talk with her one evening, when the rest of you were out - something along the lines of how tasteless today’s girls were. I also remember struggling to suppress a smile (you and Suhasni didn’t, though) while she preened in front of a mirror. I remember realising that all the years in the world would never have any impact on her.

I have no doubts she moved on every bit the lady we remember her to be.

Hold strong, and stay steady, brother. Wherever she is, she will have found a way to be happy.