IN THE END<br>silence
Perhaps they were close to each other in life. Perhaps they only had a nodding acquaintance. Perhaps they were a couple charmed by the many shades of beauty life had on offer. And, again, perhaps they were colleagues struggling to make a living through tortuous labour in the factory that crashed on them on Wednesday. On the night between 24-25 April, it was their improbable companionship that came alive in the gathering shadow of tragedy.
Life might have been too constricting to allow them the freedom to indulge in dreams. We will never know. But through this image, caught by Taslima Akhter on her lens as she transited between the professional and the individual, death in all its lugubrious intensity brings this man and this woman into eternal union. His arms around her speak of a poignant story of chivalry, for he tried to keep the life going in her even as he prepared for death. In his desperate protective embrace, she must have felt reassured about a renewal of life beyond the falling concrete.
In the end, all was silence. Life went to pieces. Death became a metaphor for what could have been.