The boom-time littérateur Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1927-2014) left us selling his dreams. I never thought someday I would feel the urgency of writing something on him right after his demise. But when I heard the news I could not restrain myself from jotting down some words which were wondering through the realm of my mind. I along with one of my maternal uncles, Sumon mama, passed many nights discussing only Marquez and his writings. I can recall a night when I was just talking about Marquez and my mama was hearing me with a lot of zeal. The discussion began at 11 pm. When we felt that we needed to have a short-time break the chirping of birds informed us it was already 6 am. Then my mama asked me how we passed seven hours without an iota of pause! I replied it became possible because we were having a chat on the magic realism of Marquez. This is the way Marquez pervaded my consciousness during my early university days. One of my friends once told me he had never read a book like Marquez's The Story of a Shipwrecked Sailor. Before I forget, I must admit I first heard about Marquez from my teacher, Syed Manzoorul Islam who, I believe can analyze Marquez better than anyone else. Before reading Marquez. I had heard many things on Marquez from him. I was so influenced by Islam's speeches that I felt compelled to translate Marquez's selected short stories from English to Bengali Before the publication of my book of translation, Selected Short Stories Gabriel Garcia Marquez, I was excited, wondering how a man