This page is created and maintained by Estelle. I do this from my goodwill because I believe in Indrajit’s works. I am also the godmother of his child and a close friend to his family.

In my childhood, I started reading great literature to escape the mediocrity of the village I was born. I read the classics like Les Miserables by Victor Hugo, The Germinal by Emile Zola, Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Stowe, The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck, The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway, To Kill a Mocking Bird by Harper Lee, The Call From the Wild and The White Fang by Jack London, The Resurrection by Tolstoy, and the short stories by Tagore from India.

In Indrajit’s writings, I found what I have been seeking for a long time now: The humane qualities that persist despite all sufferings and make our living still worthwhile.

I encouraged him along when he chose the route of self-publishing, to preserve the authenticity of his writing. The praises he received from independent bloggers, for his first collection of stories, could have gotten him though a trade publisher’s door; yet he remained self-published, and says he’ll stay this way till the end to guard the quality of his works.

I agree with him.

Those of you who have read the article Le roman noir du prix Nobel (The Dark Novel of the Nobel Prize), published in the magazine of Le Monde of 1st September 2018, will know what I am talking about: what the writers of literary fiction are up against in our time.

Then, in spite of this despair, why am I doing this for Indrajit?

Because I believe in him.

I would like to sincerely thank all the bloggers who have given their support.