Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay,
Anandamath
(1906)
“ The higher the moon rose, the more light got into the forest and the gloom retired more into its depths. Kalyani with her daughter began to retire into deeper woods. The ruffians rushed from all sides shouting all the more, and the child began to weep all the louder for fear. Then Kalyani stopped and would run no more. Sitting on a thornless and grassy plot of land under a big tree, with her daughter in her arms, she only cried, "Where art Thou Whom I daily worship, to Whom I daily bow and trusting Whom I could enter even this wild forest? ”
