On this side of the bridge, people were singing hymns; on the other side, there was wailing. It was just so difficult, how a tiny bridge separated two completely different worlds and emotions.

When I first heard of Yama Buddha’s suicide, I thought that it was a hoax. I remember reading about it on the internet and waiting for a genuine news source to confirm that it had actually happened, after which I posted a short condolence message on Facebook before returning to my work.