Always true

Tarashankar is our first author, who knows our land and soil. 

People's relationship with the land. 

In his novels and stories we first feel the hunger of the people of the lower classes. 

I tell you about a short familiar story called 'soil'. 

This long story is a Zionlal in a remote Patna district. 

He later became Mewalal at the call of Lachmania, the daughter of his village. 

Summer -depressed mid -afternoon, the city is relaxing, the call of the north Kolkata is called the soil - the soil. 

The man who survives the soil of the Ganges, is a strange vision naked man. 

This is how the author describes it, wearing only one nangi, covered in mud. 

The body of a healthy simple human being becomes so distorted! 

A tall man burdens the burden this way? 

From the leg to the waist, the lower the body is simple, straight straight legs, each muscle is well -organized, but in the upper side - the part from the head to the head has made a huge pressure to break the body's structure. 

He is like the ground.

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The story that Tarashankar begins, brings back my childhood memory. 

That living is extinct. 

The man is disappearing with a story like his Mahabharata. 

My childhood is gone. 

I returned to Tarashankar's story at noon in North Kolkata. 

But this story is not that afternoon. 

This is the gall