Neil Nongkynrih’s house in Shillong is a bungalow dating back to the early 1950s built by an American family. It’s called the Whispering Pines. Whenever he was in town, it buzzed with well-wishers who were feted with music and sumptuous food cooked by the choir members who also doubled up as culinary stars. I had seen that buzz and particularly loved one memorable wintry evening by the fireside. He regaled us with his musical tales and insisted that we help ourselves to all the food on the table. It was always a treat. Whenever he travelled, his hotel suite was no different. He made time for people who loved and wished him well. I feel privileged that I could be counted on as one of those who he loved.