Our paths have never crossed our lives separated by the vastness of the ocean you and I born of the same mother struggled for life from the same womb yet unknown to each other They killed you plunged their knives into your fragile body like Brutus hath done to Caesar for their evil knew no bounds their infernal deeds blinded by their greed your death ridiculed by fortified walls of conspiracy justice buried with the sins of silence
You Papiya Ghosh a fragile pious soul personifying the divine Saraswati embodiment of sublime virtues gifted intellect writer, teacher , historian an intellectual light to liberate our minds born from the same mother that cradles in her arms the mighty Himalayas
In life you bore no malice you harbored no ill will in death you seek not revenge nor retribution for that would blemish your life long works of compassion
If truth be sacrosanct and justice be inviolable for all of mother India's children then we must in her name uphold those sacred tenets without fear so that your death will become a beacon that strengthens our resolve never to go down begging on bended knees for the return of righteousness.
