What an invaluable and swashbuckling memoir .Deserves to be preserved for eternity. Tears welled up in my eyes recapitulating our 46 years of profound bondage starting on August 4th,1979 at Kalyani (WB) Expecting more precious gems from your inimitable vault of memory .Keep going my dearest Bro.
Thank you, Sukomal. The friendship, and the knowledge that I gained from you, books that we read and discussed, found solutions to the social and political malady.
What a beautiful tribute to your brother Ashok…your brother lives through you and as long as you tell his story he will be known, celebrated and remembered.
This is a beautiful and very touching memoir, Ashok. The bond of brothers can be like no other. Our two sons are 11 years apart, but they have been linked at the hips since the day the younger one was born. Now their wives and children and just as close. My wife and I feel so blessed to see our boys and their families like this.
I also understand your grief. When someone dies it leaves a hole in our universe. The pain never gets less, we just learn to live with it, and we get distracted from time to time. There is a Jewish poet named Rodger Kamenetz who in a book of poems, "The MIssing Jew" has one section dealing with Death and Loss. It doesn't matter what culture or faith you are from, he captures as do so many fine poets, the essence of loss.
Thank you for capturing it and, at the same time, eulogising your brother so beautifully.
This is beautiful Sir!
I can relate to the just one more day....I wish!
Thank you. Pray your wish be granted.
What an invaluable and swashbuckling memoir .Deserves to be preserved for eternity. Tears welled up in my eyes recapitulating our 46 years of profound bondage starting on August 4th,1979 at Kalyani (WB) Expecting more precious gems from your inimitable vault of memory .Keep going my dearest Bro.
Thank you, Sukomal. The friendship, and the knowledge that I gained from you, books that we read and discussed, found solutions to the social and political malady.
It is so heart breaking to lose someone you love. Beautifully written.
True. We share that
What a beautiful tribute to your brother Ashok…your brother lives through you and as long as you tell his story he will be known, celebrated and remembered.
Was he the older sibling?
Thanks, Rituparna for your comments. Yes. My older brother, my classmate, and confidante.
Acting on your two prompts, Crush and Sibling, the stories are coming out of cold storage. Thanks again!
Thank you Sandy for your comments and appreciation. The story of the bond your two sons sounds very beautiful.
This is a beautiful and very touching memoir, Ashok. The bond of brothers can be like no other. Our two sons are 11 years apart, but they have been linked at the hips since the day the younger one was born. Now their wives and children and just as close. My wife and I feel so blessed to see our boys and their families like this.
I also understand your grief. When someone dies it leaves a hole in our universe. The pain never gets less, we just learn to live with it, and we get distracted from time to time. There is a Jewish poet named Rodger Kamenetz who in a book of poems, "The MIssing Jew" has one section dealing with Death and Loss. It doesn't matter what culture or faith you are from, he captures as do so many fine poets, the essence of loss.
Thank you for capturing it and, at the same time, eulogising your brother so beautifully.