I am from childhood.
The people of Radha used to live in our area.
I saw that in a deck chair in front of the house, he was swimming in the winter sunshine.
I then read the story of his nostalgia in the school textbook.
I read Tarashankar slowly, grew up reading.
The story and the novel, both of him.
The story that Tarashankar has given in our literature, the Jallaghar, Tarini Madhi, Dwiri, the deity's disorder, the field of Baramlag, the pioneer, the women and the nagini, the Kalapahar, are free from the limits of Indian literature.
In world literature, such a writer is rare, such intense passion, such cruelty, such a primitiveness, who has given Tarashankar in our literature?
I remembered that from the morning of his departure, I was mourning from the morning and sitting alone in the grass of his house.
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.
Ganga
285.680 SRY