Murmur in the Woods, sometimes, it seems you are more distant... ,Sunil Gangopadhyay immerses into blue
There was a pink and golden billow of frothy clouds above the sky waiting to disappear under the shadow of Darkness. A crash of sorrow broke down in thunder over her head. Lights were humming out into the dark and her lips parted like a dead woman as though there were struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. They made no sound. Yet there was sound, sound of pain, sound - whingeing threads of breadths. Neera began to cry, tears coursed down her cheeks, her mind would never romp again, why, there is still one more line to be written … Sunil Gangopadhyay , Nil Lohit (blue Blood) , is too far away from us , leaving well over 200 books. Such a prolific writer, whose works delighted the Bengali readers over the decades, Nikilesh , Neera remains in Bengali hearts not just as characters but they took further steps to embark upon into the world of reality and transcends past to the realm of imagination. But it was not Neera and not Nikilesh which took my breath away in the...