As soon as life escaped the very determined and willful hands of Qasim, we mere mortals were forced to continue with formalities and duties and conventions that came before us. In the images which follow, you will see some haphazardly written memos; some randomly composed thoughts; and some journeys undertaken to collect his belongings; some marble structures constructed to console the memories of our lost brother, son, friend and much more. Life must’nt just go on………