Tarun Karthick
Sri Vijaya Puram, 04 April 2025
The coronary heart of Diglipur beats heavy with grief, mourning the lack of one among its bravest voices. On the night of April third, 1000’s flooded the streets of this quiet city, their arms clutching flickering candles, their eyes brimming with tears, their voices united in sorrow and anger. They walked not only for justice, however to honour the reminiscence of Sahadev Dey—their pal, their brother, their guardian of fact.
Sahadev was not only a journalist. He was the conscience of Diglipur, a person who fearlessly stood towards corruption and crime, who devoted his life to exposing the darkness that lurked inside the alleys of his beloved city. But on the evening of March twenty ninth, that voice of motive was silenced in an act of brutal, unspeakable violence. His physique, desecrated and discarded, was meant to be erased. Yet, his spirit lives on within the hearts of 1000’s who refuse to neglect.
The candle march, starting on the Tehsildar Office Area and weaving by way of the city’s busiest streets, was not only a procession—it was an announcement. People of all ages, from frail elders to younger schoolchildren, walked facet by facet, their faces illuminated by the gentle glow of candlelight. Before the march commenced, a solemn gathering at Children’s Park noticed males, ladies, and youngsters lay flowers earlier than Sahadev’s {photograph}. As a two-minute silence fell over the group, the one sounds that remained have been hushed sobs.
Tears changed into an outpouring of emotion when former editor of News App Tak, Mr. J. Boby, addressed the gathering. Struggling to carry again his grief, he spoke of the hearth that Sahadev carried inside him—the hearth of fact, of justice, of an unwavering dedication to the individuals of Diglipur. His voice cracked, his arms trembled, and in that second, nobody might maintain again their sorrow.
The weight of what had occurred was insufferable. The brutality of Sahadev’s homicide on the Nehru Yuva Kendra Office, the merciless try to burn away his existence at DB Gram, the scattered stays left to be forgotten within the creeks of Shibpur—was a wound too deep for the group to fathom. Yet, even within the face of such horror, Diglipur refuses to be damaged.
Sahadev’s life was one among braveness, his cell digicam and microphone a weapon towards injustice. In his absence, his battle has change into the battle of 1000’s. As the individuals of Diglipur held their candles excessive, they vowed that his story wouldn’t finish within the ashes. They demanded justice, not only for Sahadev, however for each voice that dares to talk the reality.
Nicobar Times mourns the lack of a fearless journalist, a son of the soil, and a real warrior for justice. We pray for his soul to relaxation in peace, figuring out that his legacy will proceed to shine vibrant—similar to the numerous candles that burned in his honour final evening.
