Ravi and I met 45 years ago today. I was on a protest march from Boston to Washington. He was on a protest march from Philadelphia to New York. We collided in Trenton, New Jersey.

That meeting was brief. But he took my address in a little spiral notebook he always carried and two years later, he wrote to me. He had seen my name in an interview in the NYT, following my release from jail after a demonstration for disarmament at the UN.

We fell in love by mail. When we finally decided to meet, I couldn't recall what he looked like. All I knew was that he was shorter than me and his skin was brown. When I went to meet him at the bus station, I almost gave the flowers to the Puerto Rican guy who got off 1st.

Luckily, I held back. That weekend, we were engaged and a few months later, we had a #Hindu #Catholic wedding the likes of which no one in Fall River, MA had ever seen before.