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To my Kabulliwalah.
To Gora,Amol,Amit and the likes who touched my heart and caught at my imagination like no one else.
To Mrinal,Kumudini,,Kalyani,Labanya....who walked out of bondage and in turn, set me free.
To Sudha,Mini,Mrinmayee,Ratan.Omnipresent.Age-defying innocence.Who've never deserted me.
To Manimalika and the stiffled petrified pain.
To Charulata..and the sporadic outbursts of colour.
To the yellow pages of Gitabitan.
To Shanchayita and Golpoguchho.
To the "Postmaster" of "Daakghar"
Shishu Bholanath braving his way through the fields,undettered by the attack of robbers.
"Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill. "
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill. "
Thank you for being.