Ahir Bhairab

 

Oil on Canvas with palette knives

14" x 16"

 

 

There are times when you stop still and realize life is just a journey. This journey must come to an end. Today or tomorrow. The only certainty is the guarantee of death. All else is fake. It is a cliché we often use but what of those who are faced with this eventuality? Do they have any choice but to pick up the strings and move on with life because there is absolutely nothing else they can do. The near one who was so full of flesh and blood, mirth and rage, conversations and contemplations is suddenly snatched away and is just a part of memory. 

 

This is a tribute to my cousin Ahir Bhairab who passed away suddenly at a young age, at the height of his career. Unusually tall, highly creative, and massively multi talented, he was a very popular cousin, friend and colleague  to different people respectively. Though I had not met him for a few years , we have grown up together and share many childhood memories. May his soul rest in peace. these white flowers are my way of offering tribute to his departed soul.