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Alakendu Alakendu was sitting on the cane chair, reading his favourite Geetanjali. The more he read the book, the more he rediscovered himself and the world with a new perspective each time. But one thing, he knew, would never change, and that was the self-pride he carried along as a Bengali. And that led to his detachment from his son, Anirban. He was the one who broke the house's tradition. First of all, he did not join their generational publishing business, which Alakendu had been managing to maintain the legacy, even in this era of online books and tutorials. But Anirban had other plans, and with some friends, he had set up a Start-up. And then the most striking blow- he married Vijaya, a non-Bengali, knowing nothing about the Bengali culture. Now that he had been sitting here for almost an hour, waiting for his evening tea, there was no sign of Vijaya. If Madhuri had been there today, she would have surely got a cup of flavourful Darjeeling tea and some Phuluri (gram flour f...