Sardar Harbans Singh passed away peacefully in a wicker rocking-chair in a Srinigar garden of spring flowers and honeybees with his favourite tartan rug across his knees and his beloved son, Yuvraj the exporter of handicrafts, by his side, and when he stopped breathing the bees stopped buzzing and the air silenced its whispers and Yuvraj understood that the story of the world he had known all his life was coming to an end, and that what followed would follow as it had to, but it would unquestionably be less graceful, less courteous and less civilized than what had gone.
Sardar Harbans Singh passed away peacefully while sitting in a garden surrounded by spring flowers and honeybees, with a tartan rug draped over him and his son Yuvraj by his side. As he took his last breath, the sounds of bees ceased, and a silence enveloped the air. This moment signified the end of an era for Yuvraj, who felt the weight of the world changing around him.
The passing of Sardar Harbans Singh was not just a personal loss for Yuvraj but also a profound shift in the world he had always known. The inevitable changes that would follow were anticipated to be less graceful and refined than the life that had been lived before. This realization encapsulated the essence of loss and the transition into a new, uncertain reality.
