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HSMani was my best friend. I say 'was' since he died nearly two years ago after a sudden attack of pneumonia. We were colleagues first and roommates later. When I got selected to the Indian Administrative Service, he was about the most visibly happy person I saw. When I got married to Vasantha, whom he also knew, he could not attend the wedding, but wrote a poetic piece, which I have preserved to this day. It is in tamil, a language that Mani was very proficient in.
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