Lament for the Disappeared This accordion-format painting unfolds like a restless procession—figures moving forward yet seemingly without destination, caught in an endless march that mirrors the disorientation of our times. The men and women depicted act in ways that verge on the absurd, reflecting the fractured reality that surrounds us, where fear, mistrust, and vulnerability shape every step. In this world, safety itself becomes uncertain. Women face threats from men, and men too, at moments, are unsafe in the presence of women—revealing a deeper truth that humanity as a whole stands unprotected. These figures become witnesses to a shared condition of being victimised by larger political forces. Yet this painting also carries my personal imprint: my own heartbreak threads through the narrative, embodied in the figure of the joker who holds a bleeding heart in his hand—a quiet confession within the chaos. The work draws on echoes of Greek mythology, reinterpreted through a contemporary Bengali lens. A Medusa-like figure appears, draped in a traditional Jamdani saree, while a man—her presumed husband—follows her blindly. Her mythic curse, turning anyone who touches her to stone, becomes a metaphor for relationships shaped by fear, paralysis, and unspoken wounds. Through these intertwined stories, Lament for the Disappeared becomes a visual elegy—a grieving for the lost, the broken, and the disoriented, both in the world outside and the world within.