So when I didn’t hear from any of them last two days, I was kind of depressed, morose, as if hemodynamically unfit for continuing with my writing work. Yesterday I found myself dragging along the whole time I was typing out. I was short of drive. I was lacking in energy. I was closer to death.
Serendipity and After/45
Mrinal Bose

Goodness, Mrinal-da! I never miss your work! This is big, this is epic work! I was away at a meeting in Wellington, with daughter and wife. This being the school holidays, the house takes priority, ;-), as you now, the fate of Bengali gents the world over, I suppose, ;-)

Anyway, onward!

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