He was a brilliant person.
He had devout religiosity.
He was apolitical.
Everybody said well of him.
He set up a family,
married idealistically.
In pecuniary terms
he had a rather humble beginning.
He contributed a lot
in his official capacity.
He was a determined man
but was not blessed with happiness.
Not in office, not in his home.
He pinned his hope
in his son,
who was not bad,
but could not satisfy him fully.
His father died rather early.
Though his mother lived reasonably long,
he could not make his mother happy.
One of his daughters
caused pain through her adolescence
till he died.
When he passed away
he was not a particularly happy person
and was infirm.
His son was rather upset
that a brilliant man
would not be particularly successful
or happy in life
in spite of all his qualities.
This is all the more vexing
when so many
rather dishonest persons
get almost everything
they can dream of in life.
One then has no other option
but to coax oneself to believe
that this life's credit and debit
are the handiwork of
earlier life's balance sheet.
But a child in his childhood
does not come to know
about the share of the future sorrow!
There are many such instances of painful living, yet one should not lose sight of one's destination. In spite of being cloudy both at dawn and dusk, who can stop the sun from giving light and warmth!! Thank you, Kundu babu. I have received the books you have sent to me. So thoughtful of you.
