As the years whiz by, my energy level declines, and I come across many unpublished or unfinished books in my computer–books I had been distracted from completion or publishing by the unexpected events of life, one that saw me going from New York to Bali, then Java, then India repeatedly to see my sick mother, and back to New York for a surgery and to see my children, then again to all of these Asian countries, until I could speak three more languages at a basic level–say around one thousand words, which includes kupu-kupu malam for “butterflies of the night,” and “songtek-peeyup” for peace, as I heard someone tell it to me: our ears hear the same sound differently, so it’s santiphap spelled by Google Translate, which to my amazement, now includes Thai and Konkani (my mother-tongue).
And now, it’s 2025 and the New Year already, though not for me: it’s a principle for me never to start the new year before around January 20-25, and at the moment, the precise date is still a mystery.
These books, my unborn children, must be published: and if you can help in this project (roughly half of my writing is public-interest and political) by buying a few of my books for yourself as well as gifts for your friends, some of the books I sell here as well as other platforms, I will wish blessings and love and happiness to you, for having given my life a chance to work at my writing for a little longer: at the moment, the income from this website does not even pay for hosting it, let alone to pay for adding new books here. Above all, I wish you and the world peace after the last few years of horrendous, stomach-turning war.
As for my avatars: Their names are: Vijay Prabhu, Benny Profane, and … one more I shall reveal shortly, after I have had time to take a deep breath.