
We've shared a house, laughter, tears, food, music and much much more over the years.
But first a little walk down memory lane: When I got to Pune in 1999 to do my Master's degree in Communication Studies, I ended up sharing a bungalow with six crazy, but fun women.
One of them was Merril, of course: A diva from Goa, who made grown men and women cry when she sang with her insanely beautiful voice.
She sported her hair short those days. The first time I saw her, I was sitting in the screened in porch of "Anand Bungalow" browsing through a magazine.
I heard someone singing and looked up. And there she was, dance-walking towards the house, dressed in denim cut-offs, singing a merry song - along with the walkman she was listening to and swaying her body in time to the rhythm. I was intrigued and amused and had to get to know her right away!
Soon I discovered she was a natural musician, with an awesome singing voice. She was also obscenely straight forward and always spoke her mind! We got on like a house on fire: me with my basic guitar skills and she of the magical voice.

It's been almost three years now since I left India for the States, but we still keep in touch from time to time.
I miss you, Merril. I still remember a Birthday of yours when someone threw cake in your face and you got it in your eye.
Caught between laughter and tears, she was a funny sight to behold. We had to rush the poor girl into the bathroom and wash the burn out of her eyes.
Happy Birthday, you merry old woman!
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