On Rafi

Man is destined to be consumed - by flames or by worms. There is no escape, even in the safe lockers of pyramids. Ironically enough, these mummies don't remind us of immortality. On the contrary, they show that even high-and-mighty are brought down to dust by the ticking clock. 

You too have been claimed by the ticking clock, and consumed by worms. However, thanks to that magic wand of science, a part of you is alive and singing. Like the pyramids, your work, which is love made audible*, will last. What makes you immortal is not a clever trick of alchemy but a touch of divinity, for you were gifted, you were blessed. And blessed are those who can feel you in their heart, who can witness your gift. 

No matter what the experts make us believe, more often than not the best works of art don't put you in discomfort. For me, the best works of art lift you, hold you, embrace you, and comfort you. That's what your voice did to many of us, Md Rafi. You gave us comfort in countless nights of loneliness and longing. You still do. And you will, forever. 

And so you'll live, forever.

*"Work is love made visible". - Khalil Gibran

"The purpose of life is to find your gift. The meaning of life is to give it away". - Picasso