Amidst battling a nasty cold during this visit to Kolkata, I managed to rummage through and pull out this old possession of a book. It was an unusual gift of an expensive but used book, from a prominent sculptor/mural artist - Late Alokmoy/Alo Datta - on his very first visit to our place. I can't recall whether the date signed stands for the day he had acquired the book for himself (most likely), or the day he fondly gave it to us shortly after having read it. Either way, I was too young for this book, and it had taken me almost a decade thereafter to finally pick it up one fine day and finish it cover to cover. Now, with almost another decade gone by, what still lingers on my mind is it's beautifully-crafted one-pager gem of an opening tale! - a dead simple narrative with such a profound spiritual lesson in it! Check it out for yourself - bare your whole soul, and liberally soak in all the wisdom! :-)
