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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh Pal
This book takes note of the emotional attachment between an octogenarian lady Ramola and her septuagenarian siblings and a cousin, which is unthinkable these days.
The book shares the experiences of Arun, a nephew of that lady, who was found to be victim of some odd circumstances and how he came out from one such nerve breaking circumstance that had almost put him behind the bar in a drug smuggling case at New York airport. This book also narrates some superstitious traits of Arun, and highlights one such trait that would have completely ruined his business with his wife Rita.
Main focus of this book remains on Rita, who was found to be a beauty with brain, with many attributes, and one such that defines her unconditional love for orphans, animals and trees. This attribute, to some extent, kept her afloat over the troubled waters of her estranged courtship with Arun, who was equally passionate about them.
This book also detects a mother in almost all the female characters here, irrespective of their ages, faiths and cultures. Society respects motherhood but ignores mother in women. Once it recognises this mother, atrocity and blackmailing on women shall stop someday.
Ego not only blinds the egoistic people but also blinds their ethics and how lethal this could be on others, this book also describes.
Pradeep K. Dey
As life is short, I didn't want to make it shorter by having kept myself stuck to one profession. That's why, my professional career sometimes saw me as a dealer of pharmaceutical products, sometimes as as manufacturing chemist, sometimes as a lawyer, sometimes as an exporter, sometimes as a Principal in a College, sometimes as an Adjunct Professor in a Business School, sometimes as Registrar in several universities in Northern and Western India.
My career, thus having travelled through several paths, might have enhanced my life span to some extent, and now at its late afternoon hour, it is demanding of me to be a writer to prolong its evening. However, I leave it with my readers, if they can at all delay the fall of its night.
I owe a great deal to my native state Assam where I was born and brought up. One will find music in its soil, water and air. So, its environment is enough to simplify a complex human mind. These adjectives hold good for all its sister states of North East India too.
Culture and heritage that I have inherited from each state of this North East India, reflect in my book.
In fine, I invite all my readers to come home to North East, where life redefines itself without being in brackets, order, division, multiplication, addition and subtraction. And in this process of its self-simplification, it doesn't allow BODMAS Rule to rule over it here.
