পেশায় কলকাতার জর্জ গ্রুপ অফ কলেজেশের সহ অধ্যাপক, ইংরেজি বিভাগ। দীর্ঘদিন ধরে লেখালেখি করছি। বিভিন্ন ইংরেজি পত্রপত্রিকা ছাড়া, ওয়েব পোর্টালেও লেখা প্রকাশিত হয়েছে। বিদেশের একাদিক স্থান থেকেও লেখা প্রকাশিত হয়েছে। রামকৃষ্ণ ইনস্টিটিউট অফ কালচারের ইন্দোলজি বিভাগ থেকে পুরস্কার প্রাপ্ত। ইতিহাস, পুরাণ, কবিতা, সমাজ বিদ্যা ইত্যাদি বিষয় আগ্রহ আছে। অনুবাদক হিসেবেও স্বীকৃত। এর সাথে আমার এক কপি রঙিন ছবি পাঠালাম।
It began to pour anew. Accompanied by the lightning which desired to preen all night with blinding flashes. Warped wires of the dull white glass bulb festooned with dun cob webs suffered a deplorable fate! So the petal- soft, soothing, pacifying, pale yellow light spawned by the wizened taper dispelled the brooding darkness, penetrated the ambient air and enticed me to arouse a cerebral tempest! And my soul( as real as my feet beneath the icy perfidious floor) lounged amid the sprawling vale of latent sub- conscious mind, desperate to nab a plethora of priceless emotions which I long to pen down! Yes! every drop of peerless thought is translated into a swift moving rivulet which acquires a fresh force at each and every moment I simply delve into the tepid pool of lingering memories of my bond with this famed literary web magazine. The fine, sunny days luckily have left no stone unturned in aiding me to see wood for the tree! Bits of euphoric ecstasy silently creep into my heart. Eyes well up with wee drops of tears( out of delight) when I discover my ‘attempts’ to have been recognised. A bit nostalgic, a bit elated indeed!
With the majestic approach of Spring, the grey blue sky opens up and permits( without much tumult), the invaluable, innumerable spells of rain to stir the somnolent veins of the dessicated, loury and fallow mother earth, making her teem with vim and vivacity!! Flowers chanting in chorus have blossomed “in the garden” of our own holy pagoda and borne the testimony of my literary journey into the cauldron of elixir churned out of the durian hemlock, immaculate ecstasy, gluts of trepidation and obviously the inescapable clutches of heart breaking travail.
It is our first anniversary. As a single, solitary decade adds a different dimension to the annals of our history, another germinates from the seeds of time and with a touch of tranquil intoxication beckons us to muster up the spunk to shoot a sharp arrow of quakeless aplomb, encounter the blow of novel, promising challenges and pin high hopes for a better morrow. Indeed a long boreen to amble before I sleep!!