Jugno. It means "firefly" in Urdu. Jugno was much like a firefly; the room would light up the minute he crossed the doorway.

He Had long black hair, peppered with streaks of silver gray. Nothing about him was common-place. Even the cigarettes he smoked—Captain Black—were rolled in a tar brown paper instead of the standard white. He hated stuffing his pockets so he would usually carry the cigarette packet and his mobile phone in his right hand and set them at the table. when he sat down.

He used to make dramatic paintings of tigers and horse and nature bursting with life. He told me about Dr. Zhivago and Lawrence of Arabia, and taught me how to really see and appreciate movies and art.

Now he's gone, and I never even got to say goodbye