During the two years I lived in Washington (1997-98), Paul and Kuku were my best friends. Their house was a treasured haven where I could relax completely, be superbly fed and enjoy being a "theio" (uncle) to Hope and Adam. Kuku understood what it was like for me, as a busy single journalist, to set up a home of sorts in Washington which I had to furnish, equip and maintain. She knew that I was worried about my late brother's two children and asked caring and intelligent questions about them. She knew so many things without my having to spell them out. She had a rare combination of gifts. Warm and nurturing people can be naive in their perception of others; people who understand their fellows well can sometimes be a bit cynical and harsh. Kuku was warm, nurturing and extremely shrewd. She loved the Hellenic culture into which she had married, and her own Indian background gave her some deep insights into things Greek. I think she understood the Paschal light which illumines every church and every Greek household at least as well as most Greeks do. But she did not put Greece or the Greeks on a pedestal; she paid them the compliment of taking them seriously, and therefore not thinking they were perfect waxworks. A friend I treasured for her shrewd and knowing love.