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31 AparichitaRabindranath Tagore, 1916 Translated byMeenakshi Mukherjee ,1992 Translated into English for the first timeSHORT STORYI am twenty-seven now. My lifeso far has been remarkable neither inachievement nor in its length. Yet, forme it has acquired a certain value ofits own. It is like a flower ripening intofruit, cherishing all the while thememory of the chance contact with ahoney-bee which made it all was a brief encounter and I shall tellit briefly for the appreciation ofthose who do not confuse brevitywith have come successfully throughall the examinations in the teachers used to compare me withthe silk cotton flower and the brightbut useless maakal fruit, in anobvious reference to my good used to be embarrassed by thesecomparisons but now I feel that if Iwere to be born again, I would like tolook the same and gladly bear thetaunts of my father had been poor he earned a great deal of moneyas a lawyer, but never had the leisureto enjoy his hard earned wealth.

32 MANUSHI men tioned to him. My uncle was more concerned with the father of the girl than the girl herself. The father seemed to fit the bill admirably.

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