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Read two more chapters of Bose's classic memoir Sab Peyechhir Deshe ('The land where I found it all'), being serialized in Parabaas. Translated by Nandini Gupta. Summer, Rain and Children
"Everyone said it would rain soon. I have always longed to watch the monsoon at play in Santiniketan. Each day rains seemed imminent, each day the sun rose and set in a cloudless sky, the light did not dim for even a fleeting second. We had almost given up hope when, ..."
Also, Chapter 5: A Solitary Madman on a Dark Night.

Previous Instalments:
Chapter 1:Earlier Memories
Chapter 2:Ratan Kuthi and Other Houses
Chapter 3:Holidaying

The Hermit and the Courtesan
"When the kingdom of Anga was hit with drought and famine, the wise men said that the remedy lay in Rishyashringa, a young, forest-dwelling hermit, absolutely pure and chaste, ignorant even of the existence of women. The evil time would end if ...It is in this form that this legend is given in the Mahabharata (Vanaparva).." Never before published translation by the author, Buddhadeva Bose himself of the Second Act of Tapasvi O Tarangini.

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Bengali Gastronomy
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Anamni Angana: Recital by Buddhadeva Bose himself
recorded at his residence, "202, Rasbehari Avenue, Calcutta".

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To remember is to live again
On the occasion of Henry Miller’s seventy-fifth birthday, Buddhadeva Bose recaptures the time he had spent with the American writer at Big Sur, California.

The Last Days of Rabindranath: Record of a visit to Santiniketan
"... Since his illness, Rabindranath slept very little and slightly. Fantastic dreams frequented him, and he talked in his sleep. He woke up by two o’clock in the morning and could not sleep again....". Buddhadeva Bose's account of a visit to Santiniketan.

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Reliving through Letters: A bit of time again with Buddhadeva Bose
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Just now I looked for my copy of Banalata Sen, but could not find either the Kavitabhavan or the Signet edition, so I'm answering your queries trusting hopefully in my memory....". Clinton Seely shares his correspondence with Buddhadeva Bose.

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The Leaves Fall
"[..They have just eaten lunch; it is past two in the afternoon. The husband is sixty-five years old, the wife, sixty.]" Buddhadeva Bose's translation of his Pataa jhore jaay, a play in Bangla.

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