Far east of Guwahati, the sun rose casually at 7 Raffles Boulevard, Singapore, as if it was just another day. Far from his cosy Kharguli studios in Guwahati, Zubeen Garg too woke up in his Pan Pacific Hotel for an impending programme that evening, this 19th of September.

Singapore, which blends modernity and green spaces, provided a diverse cultural mix and synced with his emotions. He was up for it when fate decided to pull the strings. The sea in collision with the yacht and the life jacket (or rather the lack of it) decided to savour his music, fully knowing that they will not be able to return him to mother earth. For he was an epileptic and not supposed to lock horns with water. A few moments of stiffness, a bout of vomiting and perhaps he turned blue. Merging with the universal azur

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