Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapters 19 & 20
By Lopa Banerjee
Bhupati stared at Charu, stunned by her sudden gesture. His grip over her hands loosened, and he moved away from her and stood by the verandah.
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapters 17 & 18
By Lopa Banerjee
When Amal had embarked on his journey to England, Charu thought he did not get enough chance to write to her while en route. She was sure he would write long letters to her once he would reach there. But such long letters never arrived.
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapters 15 & 16
By Lopa Banerjee
Her expectations to relish the pleasures of a new book, a new writing, new exciting news or other sources of amusement diminished; there was nobody she would have to sew for, to write for, nobody for whom she could buy any precious gift.
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapter 13 & 14
By Lopa Banerjee
Bhupati sat beside Charu on the ground and touched her softly, without saying a word. He did not know how to give her solace. He did not understand that when she attempted to smother her pain, she did not like the presence of a spectator in the ordeal.
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapter 11 & 12
By Lopa Banerjee
While she looked into Amal’s face, Charu had noticed his thin, frail form today. The youthful charm and vigor of his appearance had withered away, and she felt an unexplained sting in her heart to see that. She had no doubt that he was plagued by his forthcoming farewell, but then, why did he behave so strangely with her?
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapter 9 & 10
By Lopa Banerjee
Bhupati did not have anything to give Charu that day, nor did he have words for her. He had come to her with empty hands, seeking her love. Just one question of concern from Charu or a bit of her attention would have worked as a remedy to his bruises and pain. But the treasure-chest of Charu’s love and affection remained locked that day.
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapter 8
By Lopa Banerjee
At his summoning, Charu suddenly regained her consciousness and stood up. She didn’t really expect Bhupati’s arrival now. He came close to her, and as he softly stroked her hair with his fingers, he asked her, with all his affection: “Why are you sitting alone in the dark, Charu? Where did Manda go?”
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapter 7
By Lopa Banerjee
The little, humble sanctuary of literature, that Charu had built as their own clandestine world, had been shattered by a hailstorm of praises. Charu felt as if an enormous hail had attacked and destroyed that world entirely, and it pained her immensely.
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapters 5 & 6
By Lopa Banerjee
What was that fateful moment when she stimulated his desire to write? Could she exert her influence on Amal now, the way she could do earlier? Amal was now being fed by the pampering indulgence of many; he would be unaffected if he omitted her from his life.
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapter 4
By Lopa Banerjee
Amal has earned considerable repute among his circle of readers recently. His stance, of late, has transformed from that of a humble school student to that of a respectable and elite gentleman. He reads essays in literary associations and meetings, and is often sought by editors or their spokespersons who invite him, request him to join their associations as a member or even as their president.
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapter 3
By Lopa Banerjee
An inexplicable anger began to brew within Amal. He held Charu responsible for demeaning his cherished writings by presenting them to a man as apathetic to literature as his brother, Bhupati. It dawned on Charu instantly and the realization pained her.
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapter 2
By Lopa Banerjee
In the evening, when Charu became infuriated to the point of complete silence, Amal discreetly dropped from his pocket a hand-written note.
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