It’s been 25 years without you, Hemant.
Today I met one of your course mates, and in that moment it felt like time folded. My mind tried to imagine the years you never got — the face you might have worn now.

So I did something both brave and foolish: I created an image of you, older only by the years that were denied. Looking at it, my heart stumbled. Because even in that portrait, you were still the brother I remember — steady, calm, unchanged by time.

And yet… it wasn’t you. How could it ever be? It was only a shadow, a glimpse of the man you should have become. A reminder of the laughter, the stories, the long life that slipped away.

But here’s the truth I hold close: you will never be old, Hemant. You remain forever young in every memory, in every smile your friends recall, in every story we still tell.

This image is not to replace you. It is only to remember you. To honour the life you gave. To hold you a little closer, even for a fleeting moment. 🤍🇮🇳

— Suvi’s Scribbles