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Aparichita. Rabindranath Tagore, Translated by. Meenakshi Mukherjee, Translated into English for the first time. SHORT STORY. I am twenty-seven . Request PDF on ResearchGate | On Jan 1, , Mohammad Abdul Quayum and others published Rabindranath Tagore: Selected Short Stories. By. Rabindranath Tagore. 4. (2 Reviews). Stories from Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore download in a number of formats - including epub, pdf, azw, mobi and more. Popular books in Short Story Collection, Fiction and Literature, Language.

I really believe that in all her life she has not wasted a minute in silence. Her mother is often vexed at this, and would stop her prattle, but I would not. To see Mini quiet is unnatural, and I cannot bear it long. And so my own talk with her is always lively. One morning, for instance, when I was in the midst of the seventeenth chapter of my new novel, my little Mini stole into the room, and putting her hand into mine, said: "Father! Ramdayal the door-keeper calls a crow a krow! He doesn't know anything, does he? Bhola says there is an elephant in the [Pg 4] clouds, blowing water out of his trunk, and that is why it rains! I am busy! The child had seated herself at my feet near my table, and was playing softly, drumming on her knees. I was hard at work on my seventeenth chapter, where Pratap Singh, the hero, had just caught Kanchanlata, the heroine, in his arms, and was about to escape with her by the third-story window of the castle, when all of a sudden Mini left her play, and ran to the window, crying: "A Cabuliwallah! He wore the loose, soiled clothing of his people, with a tall turban; there was a bag on his back, and he carried boxes of grapes in his hand. I cannot tell what were my daughter's feelings at the sight of this man, but she began to call him loudly. When she saw this, overcome [Pg 5] by terror, she fled to her mother's protection and disappeared.

I made some small downloads, and a conversation began about Abdurrahman, the Russians, the English, and the Frontier Policy. As he was about to leave, he asked: "And where is the little girl, sir? She stood by my chair, and looked at the Cabuliwallah and his bag. He offered her nuts and raisins, but she would not be tempted, and only clung the closer to me, with all her doubts increased.

This was their first meeting. One morning, however, not many days later, as I was leaving the house, I was startled to find Mini, seated on a bench near the door, laughing and talking, with the great Cabuliwallah at her feet. In all her life, it appeared, my small daughter had never found so patient a listener, save her father.

And [Pg 6] already the corner of her little sari was stuffed with almonds and raisins, the gift of her visitor. The man accepted the money without demur, and slipped it into his pocket. Alas, on my return an hour later, I found the unfortunate coin had made twice its own worth of trouble! For the Cabuliwallah had given it to Mini; and her mother, catching sight of the bright round object, had pounced on the child with: "Where did you get that eight-anna bit?

It was not the first or second time, I found, that the two had met. The Cabuliwallah had overcome the child's first terror by a judicious bribery of nuts and almonds, and the two were now great friends.

They had many quaint jokes, which afforded them much amusement. Seated in front of him, looking down on his gigantic frame in all her tiny dignity, [Pg 7] Mini would ripple her face with laughter and begin: "O Cabuliwallah! And for me, this child's talk with a grown-up man had always in it something strangely fascinating. Then the Cabuliwallah, not to be behindhand, would take his turn: "Well, little one, and when are you going to the father-in-law's house?

But she would not show it, and with ready tact replied: "Are you going there? It is a euphemism for jail, the place where we are well cared for, at no expense to ourselves. In this sense would the sturdy pedlar take my daughter's question. These were autumn mornings, the very time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world.

At the very name of another country, my heart would go out to it, and at the sight of a foreigner in the streets, I would fall to weaving a network of dreams,—the mountains, the glens, and the forests of his distant home, with his cottage in its setting, and the free and independent life of far-away wilds. Perhaps the scenes of travel conjure themselves up before me and pass and repass in my imagination all the more vividly, because I lead such a vegetable existence that a call to travel would fall upon me like a thunder-bolt.

In the presence of this Cabuliwallah I was immediately transported to the foot of arid mountain peaks, with narrow little defiles twisting in and out amongst their towering heights. I could see the string of camels bearing the merchandise, and the company of turbanned merchants carrying some their queer old firearms, and some their spears, journeying downward towards the plains. I could see—. But at some such point Mini's mother would intervene , imploring me to "beware of that man.

Even after all these years of experience, she is not able to overcome her terror. So she was full of doubts about the Cabuliwallah, and used to beg me to keep a watchful eye on him.

I tried to laugh her fear gently away, but then she would turn round on me seriously, and ask me solemn questions:— Were children never kidnapped?

Was it, then, not true that there was slavery in Cabul?

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Was it so very absurd that this big man should be able to carry off a tiny child? I urged that, though not impossible, it was highly improbable. But this was not enough, and her dread persisted. As it was indefinite, however, it did not seem right to forbid the man the house, and the intimacy went on unchecked.

Once a year in the middle of January Rahmun, the Cabuliwallah, was in the habit of returning to his country, and as the time approached he would be very busy, going from house to house collecting his debts. This year, however, he could always find time to come and see Mini. It would have seemed [Pg 10] to an outsider that there was some conspiracy between the two, for when he could not come in the morning, he would appear in the evening.

Even to me it was a little startling now and then, in the corner of a dark room, suddenly to surprise this tall, loose-garmented, much bebagged man; but when Mini would run in smiling, with her "O Cabuliwallah! One morning, a few days before he had made up his mind to go, I was correcting my proof sheets in my study. It was chilly weather. Through the window the rays of the sun touched my feet, and the slight warmth was very welcome.

It was almost eight o'clock, and the early pedestrians were returning home with their heads covered.

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All at once I heard an uproar in the street, and, looking out, saw Rahmun being led away bound between two policemen, and behind them a crowd of curious boys. There were blood-stains on the clothes of the Cabuliwallah, and one of the policemen carried a knife.

Hurrying out, I stopped them, and inquired what it all meant. Partly from one, partly from another, I gathered that a certain neighbour had owed the pedlar something for a Rampuri shawl, but had falsely [Pg 11] denied having bought it, and that in the course of the quarrel Rahmun had struck him.

Now, in the heat of his excitement, the prisoner began calling his enemy all sorts of names, when suddenly in a verandah of my house appeared my little Mini, with her usual exclamation : "O Cabuliwallah! He had no bag under his arm to-day, so she could not discuss the elephant with him.

She at once therefore proceeded to the next question: "Are you going to the father-in-law's house? Time passed away and he was not remembered. The accustomed work in the accustomed place was ours, and the thought of the once free mountaineer spending his years in prison seldom or never occurred to us. Rabindranath Tagore who was a gifted Bengali Renaissance man, distinguishing himself as a philosopher, social and political reformer and a popular author in all literary genres.

He was instrumental in an increased freedom for the press and influenced Gandhi and the founders of modern India. He composed hundreds of songs which are still sung today as they include the Indian and Bangladesh's national anthems.

His prolific literary life has left a legacy of quality novels, essays and in this volume his shorter works. Gitanjali, one of his most famous works, earned him the distinction of being the first Asian writer to receive the Nobel Prize in Literature in Many of the poems are also available as an audiobook from our sister company Portable Poetry.

The full volume can be downloadd from iTunes, site and other digital stores. Among our readers are Shyama Perera and Ghizela Rowe.

The idea was to take that impression and from the living person narrated in his letters. This process of Letters 22 , Tagore says in one of his letters. An Introduction Beyond Boundaries say I like the man. He has a fund of anecdotes which I dip into and Here is another, taken from a letter to Tejeshchandra Sen, written in silently enjoy.

He also has a nice sense of humour. That is how he But the fictional postmaster has been reduced to a timid, practical sky, intoxicated with the love of light; their call has entered my and sombre person; and Ratan is of course the creation of his heart….

The stirrings of my heart are in the same tree-language: There is nothing fanciful about the way Mini. Therefore, while shrewd observation of life and society around him, whether at Shelidah the story was based on two real people, he had to apply his imagination or at his own family home at Jorasanko. Over and again he became poignant, as it helped to show that fatherly love is the same returns to the same social, psychological, cultural, economic and everywhere despite cultural differences.

He was about human nature and human relationships and show how our sensitive to nature since childhood.

Humankind is capable of profound love, fellowship, tolerance, been narrated in his letters. Here is one that shows his mystical kinship understanding and mutuality but also equally capable of hatred, with the earth through its various stages of evolution: These two forces co-exist I feel as if dim, distant memories come to me of the time when I in us like light and shade, day and night, ebb-tide and high-tide, and was one with the rest of the earth; when on me grew the green sometimes love triumphs in us and sometimes we are overtaken by the grass, and on me fell the autumn light; when a warm scent of impulse of evil.

It is like disease and health; there can be no health without the dumbly stretched, with its varied countries and seas and possibility of disease. He also acknowledged the presence of suffering mountains, under the bright blue sky. Kripalani and pain in life.

But pain invoked for self-gratification or for some worldly the ridiculous and ludicrous in himself and his fellow beings. Thus, for example, dormant. He eventually betrayed by her parents into a sham marriage, ruthlessly dramatises this view in the context of family relationships in these two abandoning her to an unknown man — but a marriage to which Subha stories.

But in a lighter mood, sometimes in self-mockery, and are mainly intended the physical scar she acquired at the time of suttee comes between her to arouse laughter than to hurt or offend.

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In than worldly power, wealth or the lure of a woman. By introducing sense of arrogance which brought untold sufferings for the young girl. An Introduction Beyond Boundaries cross-religious relationship, which was extraordinary given the history genuine desire to address the problems which were eating into its social of Hindu-Muslim conflict in India, as well as the deep-seated prejudice and moral fibre.

We know from reading his letters that the seed of trust among his readers from different communities. The despite being a naturally serious and thoughtful person, Tagore also had introduction of Rahmat as a caring father and his unmediated affection a healthy sense of humour. Here is one about a British officer who had come It is the story of a Hindu girl, Kamala, who is rescued from abduction by to his area on official duty and Tagore feels compelled to be hospitable brigands and sheltered by a Muslim man, Habir Khan.

The magistrate was sitting in the her to convert to Islam. These opposite images of orthodoxy and veranda of his tent dispensing justice, flanked by constables.

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A magnanimity suggest that Tagore wanted all Indians both Hindus and crowd of supplicants waited nearby beneath the shade of a tree. Kalika, who is an ardent nationalist and a fair way off. Their spokesman husband, Girindra, who offers to rescue him from the brutal attack and one of the young boys gives a high-flown speech to convince the take him into his car, to drive off from the scene.

This exposes the self- zamindar about their plea, and continues with his speech even after serving agenda of the so-called nationalists; they were not fighting for Tagore has consented to the request.

What India minded, but had I deprived him of his speech — that would have needed first and foremost, he argued, was inner purification and a struck him as intolerable. An Introduction Beyond Boundaries important matters waiting, I gravely heard him out.

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If someone Works Cited with the right sense of humour had been about, probably I Chakravarty, Amiya, ed. A Tagore Reader. New Delhi: Rupa, But a zamindari is Das, Sisir Kumar.

The English Writings of Rabindranath Tagore: A simply not the place for a humourmonger — here we display Miscellany. Sahitya Akademi, Rabindranath Tagore: In another letter, Tagore explains how he was in the habit of telling , eds.

Selected Letters of Rabindranath Tagore. Emerson, Ralph Waldo Emerson. General Editor, Nina Baym. Norton, Ghosh, Tapobrata. Sukanta Chaudhuri. Kripalani, Krishna. A Biography.

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