Continued from page 01 HE indulged all of them with his magnificent mind. I was one of them.

He placed honesty, mixed with a wicked sense of humour, above all else; he was the first to send a message when he liked my reviews, and the first to pull me up for u201c succumbing to the systemu201d. In 2009, when I was working on a story questioning the credibility of multiple fashion weeks in the country, he told me, and insisted that I put it on record: u201c I donu2019t want to idealise or sound stupid, but fashion weeks are about the naach- gaana. Itu2019s a circus of money, egos and Page 3 pandering.u201d Be it socio- political, LGBTQI+ affairs, design space or Bollywood interference in fashionu2026 he had an opinion, and never minced words in expressing them, albeit eloquently.