Rabindranath Bhattacharya

“He wanted to sleep. He came closer to his father, slowly lowered his head and kept it on the shoulder of his father. “Papa, am I really going back home?” Rabi murmured. Taxi was moving very fast and even the rumblings of vehicles moving all around or the occasional thunderous sound of a tram moving past the taxi in the opposite direction blocking the views totally could not wake him up. He held his father tighter and tighter in his sleep so that he was not snatched away by anybody again. He does not want to lose the freedom he has just got!  *************************”
― Dr. Rabindranath Bhattacharya, Looking for the Freedom: stories through the eyes of the children

“The boy, we would call him Rabi, used to get busy in the library of his father in the morning when he did not have anything to keep him busy. He started looking at the titles and authors of the book. He was too young to understand the meaning of what the great authors like Bernard Shaw, Shakespeare, Ernest Hemingway, Maupassant, Chekov etc. wrote but he started reading them from time to time so that he could become a journalist one day. Journals, newspapers and articles flooded his house and his mother was struggling to keep them intact but Rabi helped her with a smiling face. Books were his friends and it seemed the stories inside them suddenly come alive whenever Rabi touched them.”
― Dr. Rabindranath Bhattacharya, Looking for the Freedom: stories through the eyes of the children