Love never dies, it simply transcends

Not many have a chance to meet their heroes. I am grateful to have known mine.


Until now, I lacked the mental capacity to write a eulogy for my adorable brother, Pawandeep Singh Luthra who passed away on the fateful evening of Wednesday, 27th March 2024. Family fondly called him Tinku while friends lovingly called him Singhu. 3 months later still devastated, I wish it was nothing but a dreadful nightmare.

He was not only my blood brother but also my first baby, as I warmly held him in my arms a few minutes soon after he was born- an emotion that well up my eyes and a memory that can never fade. I am beyond lucky to be his sister and have had the privilege to do almost everything a mother would to raise her child. The sadness as I express my heartfelt tribute is immeasurable. 

I subconsciously await his routine phone calls, eager to share the silliest to the most logical things- perhaps a thrilling episode he may have run into or casually update me about an old friend or discuss an issue on which he seeks advice or inform that India won an important cricket match (nothing made him happier than India's victory) or reveal inspiring details of an upcoming venture. Some days making an impromptu plan to join him shopping for his dapper wardrobe or simply calling me over to his place for a catch-up.

He was a heart full of love- in actual fact he was the whole heart himself ❤️

Pawan's supreme Intelligence was distinctive since childhood. His unarguable insights on diverse topics were astounding, his enormous knowledge on sports, religion & geopolitics was limitless, his ardent love for cricket -travel -adventure-books came from pure passion. A giver all the way his genuine kindness, generosity & willingness to help anyone in need is noteworthy while his charitable quality was kept discreet.

His honesty & trustworthiness is unmatched, his courage to stand for the right and against the wrong without playing the neutral game of diplomacy is a trait only he possessed. His absurd yet contagious laughter lit up any dull room, his interesting wit made him a complete charmer, his sharp foresight made him an accomplished & reputable businessman.  His massive band of friends who adore him are invaluable & cherished. Although extravagant & flamboyant he was a perfect balance of exuberance, style & class. This captivating young man's multifarious personality set him apart from the ordinary acquiring him deep admiration, popularity & success among his peers, relatives and business associates.

Grief is the price we pay for love, because love came first.

So, isn't it fair to grieve? Isn't it normal to lament over this tremendous loss? It is inevitable to shed uncontrollable tears of pain that may somewhat help to lighten the burden of grief, knowing though even a thousand words or tears won't bring him back.

Tinku has gone away from our sight but he continues to stay alive in our hearts, in our daily conversations, in our fondest remembrances & sweetest memories of him as we celebrate his brief life which was truly incredible, impactful & purposeful.  

I find solace in the belief that my relationship with him can never die- it is now just different. I connect to him in spirit, comprehend his presence & converse with him at a soul level.

Rest in paradise my rare diamond. I absolutely know your brilliance shall never extinguish but will shine through indefinitely from the other realm just like it did here. May you receive all the well-deserved rewards for your noble deeds in the journey ahead.


We are so proud of you,Tinku. For sure, sure we will meet again.😌❤️🙏












 

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