Lisa Ray Instagram – Repost: #ShveitaSharma I got to know her and her family in the short time that she was in Hongkong. We would speak on the phone every other day and I felt extremely close to her. We shared our life stories and started confiding in each other. Then one day, something trivial happened and we stopped speaking to each other. I felt very hurt and thought to myself, well she is a diva after all and is entitled to her diva ness and I want nothing to do with it. A few months went by and we did not speak or communicate with each other, then as if nothing had happened we reconnected. Lisa invited my husband and I to a dinner at her house. She and Jason had laid out a beautiful spread and the moment I saw her I felt a rush of love for this beautiful woman. We talked, we ate but I felt the undercurrent of our silence. Lisa then took me aside, gave me the warmest hug and gave me three beautiful paintings. I don’t remember what happened next but I do remember thinking how completely transparent and unassuming was this person standing in front of me. I had made up these stories in my head which were completely in my head. Now that I am reading Lisa’s memoir I can see exactly why she had reacted the way she did to my seemingly innocuous query about a meal choice at a gala dinner. Lisa was at a retreat and I messaged her asking what she wanted as her meal choice. As I did not hear back I sent her another message to which she responded very curtly saying, she won’t be attending the gala dinner as I was being too impatient