In a year of unrelenting, bone deep, breathless grief, I've discovered that NOTHING hits the spot quite like Robi Thakur. From wild, untamed sadness to the gritty melancholy -- he has a song for everything. I've spent more hours listening to his music in the past one year than I have in my life. As the world burned, his quiet words soothed as nothing else could. Let posterity record that collective Bengali grief always turns towards this man for relief.
"একক অখন্ড ব্রহ্মান্ড রাজ্যে,
পরম এক সেই রাজ রাজেন্দ্র রাজে।"