Dear Editor,
I was touched by the recent memorials to Satyadeow Sawh, published on another anniversary of his death.
It took me back to the terrifying events of that night and day when he was so brutally cut down. I recall commenting in your columns at the time that if the street where he lived (and I lived) had been better lit, he might have had more of a chance to escape the peremptory extinction of life’s breath.