Antim Yatra

Rendered with a clinical draughtsman’s precision yet stained by a feverish blush of red, this hospital ward becomes a theatre where care and abandonment occupy the same air. The exaggerated syringe and looming fan distort scale into metaphor—medicine as both salvation and blunt instrument—while the clustered onlookers form a mute chorus around bodies that are present, yet already drifting toward anonymity. By flattening bureaucratic fragments (bottles, forms, tickets) into the pictorial field, the work indicts a system where the patient’s lived pain is continually translated into paperwork, waiting, and ritualized witnessing rather than relief.