AMONG the many remarkable people that the second wave of the virus carried away with it was Siddharth Shriram, a close and much valued friend of this magazine.
At first glance, it would seem that we couldn’t possibly have much in common. He was an industrialist who belonged among the rich and powerful in the country. We are journalists who spend our time telling the stories of those who have no social heft. We belonged to different worlds. Born in 1945, he was also a generation apart from us.
But Siddharth (Chiku to childhood friends and family) became. . .