Yama यम | Throne of Golden Justice | Aluminium Print

Some say Yama lives only in the south, in a far palace beyond the horizon. The mosaic-makers know better, grandchild. Look — every gold tile is a household, every patterned dome is a doorway. He rides Mahisha through all of them. At his shoulder the moustachioed scribe Chitragupta keeps the running tally, his face kind and watchful. The danda is raised but never struck without cause. This is the throne of golden justice — set not in a far country, but in the quiet middle of every life. Even ours, right now.