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I forget the virtual never-dried up spring - Saradanugrah from which
this sweet nectarine water sprouted? Certainly not. It is with that
Mother Sarada's benevolent looks alone, I reached the goal -
successful completion of writing the first one in English in a
matter of only one month, devoting just two hours every evening in
those days. My soulful prostrations though not discharge my debt
outright, it gratifies me most and by doing continually it relieves
me to some extent. I opine. And So I am offering them mentally, the
very moment I see my beloved Asoka either by intent or by accident.
Well look he is ascending the dias to reveal his multidimensional
personality and relate his awe- inspiring story. So I bid you bye
for the time being with a few words about the source material. Mine
is a product more of fancy that history -historicity is deliberately
subordinated to creativity, and so it reads like a historical
romance. It is a fact-fiction blend. For the legendary part I leaned
heavily on the episodes appended to Vincent A Smith's History of
India, narrated briefly in appendices. And I drew sustenance from
Radhakumud Mukharji's Asoka for quotations referred to in two or
three places. And to H.G Wells too. I thank them all at this moment.
For taxing your patience. I, say Bye Bye again.