Dhaka, Oct. 11 -- The news of Toufique Imrose Khalidi's death on Oct 2 in a London hospital left me with a sadness that is difficult to describe. But this is not because death is unfamiliar to those of us who have crossed into this stage of life. Over the years, too many friends, teachers and companions have left us. We have attended too many burials, written too many condolence messages, and spoken too often of lives that ended sooner than they should have. Yet some deaths strike us differently. They seem to take away not only a person but an entire time of life. Toufique's death feels like that to me. Since hearing the news, I have found myself returning again and again, not to the celebrated editor, the pioneering journalist or the fou...