Assam, Sept. 22 -- You shall always remain our eye in the storm, the immortal voice, and the eternal first love of us Millennials. My love affair with our heartthrob, Zubeen Garg, began when I was just 12 springs old, an adolescent brimming with rebellious hormones that my folks found far too hot to handle. At that tender age, when the world seemed confusing and rules felt like shackles, Zubeen Da became my sweet poison, my rebellion, and my secret sanctuary. Like every other teenage girl, I was hopelessly addicted; his voice felt like it spoke only to me, his songs echoing every unspoken feeling I carried inside.

From his posters pinned up in hidden corners to the cassettes I played endlessly, my little secret trunk became a treasure ch...