An invisible dog
I'm not sure how it came to be, but the very first time Ranjan and I spoke - he convinced me he had a dog. This became a long running joke until I finally visited him in Mumbai, and realised that he had been pulling my leg. It's barely a story now, more like a moment, but for me, it speaks to the person, who despite status and wisdom, was always in for a good joke. Paternal, kind, always full of humour, busy drawing or cooking. A true hero, and I only knew Ranjan for such a short time. I was fortunate.