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Nishthur Jibonor Sangramot, Bisaru Moromor Maat Axaar. Today, as I sit down to pen an obituary for Anurupa Baruah, these heart touching lines of Bhupen Hazarika's song keeps on ringing inside my head. Baideu, in spite of facing many a personal setback in life, always extended a helping hand to anyone in need but never asked anything back in return. Be it a poor rickshaw puller who needed that license or be it one of her colleagues who was in urgent need of financial help, Baideu always came across as a saviour. In this age where being selfish or opportunistic is considered a boon rather than a bane, Baideu was simply a class apart! Not only that, Baideu was a class apart in other respects too. Be it her trademark tees and denims, or her cropped haircut, or that paan in her mouth, Baideu was a voracious reader too and had an impressive vocabulary stock and her writings were always a treat to read!
An avid listener of western music as well as ghazals, Baideu could also strum the guitar to many a number and sometimes dabbled in playing the keyboards too! Although I never had the opportunity to work closely with Baideu professionally, but I am sure she was as sincere in her official duties as she was in taking care of her octogenarian mother and other family members. During the last couple of years Baideu slowly got attracted towards the spiritual life and started to practice meditation and delved deeper into knowing more about the meaning of life and our existence in the universe. Whenever I met her, she never missed sharing with me some philosophy or the other about the spiritual life and how we should strive to come close to God.
I know I can write tomes about the kind of friendship that I shared with Anurupa Baideu, but words are failing me right now. For me it's like I am in the middle of some bad dream and at the same time I am scared to wake up too. For if I do, then Baideu will not be there to call me up and to first fight then make up with me, she will not be there to ask me to buy her a pair of jeans to celebrate her promotion, she will not be there to tell me, Axaar Moromor Maat He Bisarisu Tumaar!
– Chandana Mahanta
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