Death is a painful truth. In your untimely demise, I have realized how cruel this truth can be. A vacuum can be felt in entire Mariani.
Born on September 23, 1968, Babulda, as he was fondly known in Mariani, was associated with many institutions and social activities, from Ashok Club, sports associations, bazaar committee to the annual Ganesh Puja and Me-Dam-Me-Phi celebrations. His presence in the institutions was a succour to other members. “Babulda is here, he will handle it,” – this sigh of relief had become so habitual.
No other person can fill the void you have left. The people and institutions with whom you were associated will feel this void with sheer desperation. They have lost their most caring guardian.
Someone had once rightly said, when destiny forgets to tie some people in blood relations, it corrects it’s mistake by making them true friends. Though not from the same womb, yet you were more than a brother to me. I still recall the times we spent together, the times we shared our joy and divided our pains. I am deeply pained at your demise. May you be happy wherever you are. May your soul rest in peace.