
Iman Kumar Mukherjee
My music echoes the last line of hope in a world where hope no longer exists.
Five years of a never ending nightmare. Still breathing. Still here.
Imagine being stabbed and smiling anyway …
My music echoes the last line of hope in a world where hope no longer exists.
Five years of a never ending nightmare. Still breathing. Still here.
Imagine being stabbed and smiling anyway …