Stories from Brook Green

I first met (actually, saw) Prasanna in his window at his London home, smiling. This happened a few times and eventually we became friends.

I live a few blocks further up the street. 
Prasanna was the best neighbour one can have. He knew everything about our street, even dogs and plants. He was caring and funny, one day he read my palm: someone in one of the countries he visited gave him this gift.

He loved the Meursault Investigation that I gave him as he was planning to go to Algeria. We used to share stories about the microcosmos of our street as well as art and politics:

- abandoned bikes, air-bnbs and eternal scaffolding
- people rushing to shower in the gym
- window (and indoor) plants
- love stories of neighbours in their '90s - his 'crush' on Donald Trump
- Jeremy Corbyn building Momentum
- the flowers and peacocks in Holland park - the Rassells nursery (they sell the best bulbs, true!)
- the Brook café and charity shops in shepherd's bush road
- how to make a new sound
- the joys/perils of one's forties: choosing the right eyeglasses, living with a broken leg that is never healing, cycling, finding an osteopath.
- Making new friends.
 - Living.  


I shall miss you very much. We were supposed to go to the Design Museum on the 25th. I can't believe you are gone. I hope you are as peaceful and happy as ever.

Thank you for making this world a better place to live, and showing us what it is to be human.

Dina D