In human lives, I have observed three main desires: wealth, power, and knowledge. I have one more—Rasa (The Universal Emotion). This desire is so intense that it can easily overshadow the other three.
The colours of my May are as yellow as the golden showers. The 7th of this month, the twenty-fifth day of Boishakh in the Bengali calendar, marked the fourteenth festival throughout my childhood. Flipping through the pages of my memory album, I see an enchanted child, busy since morning gathering flowers and tidying up the house. Today, he will bathe early; today, he will not break any rules. He will not be scolded at all. Looking back, I see no laziness among people during the festival, no unnecessary revolutionary attitudes. The boy I am talking about had no other significance for the word 'Thakur' (his title Tagore as spelt in Bengali) in his life back then. The way he knew Ramakrishna, he knew Rabindranath in the same manner. The complexities of Kushari and Thakur had yet to enter his life, and it was unknown to him that one day he
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