My heart craves to listen to his words with wonder,

My mind wants to race with his thoughts.

The story-teller faded out in the golden sunset dust.

His lullaby still smiles at corner of the dreaming lips.

He left his mandolin in our village; it's strings still vibrates with melody-

Each notes and tunes echos within these lofty walls, again and again and again...

Sudipta Chakraborty ---

Barun Behari Sarkar -- Ashis, About 30 years back our potluck group was going in full steam. Afterwards a few shifted to Kolkata and some to Pune. But we have their addresses. First Deepa and now you have shifted your residence without informing us about your present address. The postal deptt. or courier boys will not be able to deliver my ...letter, my telephone is useless and I cannot SMS you through my mobile. Oh I have your e mail id. If I send an e mail to you, will you reply ? Or you will merely say "Khephecho? Eto durey eshechhi; aar contact rakhi?" I don't know. Anyway, wherever you are remain happy and rest in peace.....