Rabindranath Tagore

“ When with evening the child of want lies down, dirty and hungry, in his squalid home, and hears of prince and princess and fabled gold, then in the dark hovel with its dim flickering candle, his mind springs free from its bonds of poverty and misery and walks in fresh beauty and glowing raiment, strong beyond all fear of hindrance, through that fairy realm where all is possible. ”

“ Kiran liked to see people enjoying good fare. Nilkanta had an immense capacity for eating, and never refused a good thing however often it was offered. So Kiran liked to send for him to have his meals in her presence, and ply him with delicacies, happy in the bliss of seeing this Brahmin boy eat to satiety. After Satish’s arrival she had much less spare time on her hands, and was seldom present when Nilkanta’s meals were served. Before, her absence made no difference to the boy’s appetite, and he would not rise till he had drained his cup of milk and rinsed it thoroughly with water. ”

“ But Sharat and his mother turned a deaf ear to them, thinking that the little life of their darling was of greater importance than the united wisdom of a village. People are wont to reason thus when danger threatens their loved ones. So Sharat went to Chandernagore, and Kiran recovered, though she was still very weak. There was a pinched look on her face which filled the beholder with pity, and made his heart tremble, as he thought how narrowly she had escaped death. ”

“ But Satish was much annoyed at the blubbering of this overgrown boy. “Why does the fool stand there howling instead of speaking?” said he. When Kiran scolded him for an unfeeling creature, he replied: “My dear sister, you do not understand. You are too good and trustful. This fellow turns up from the Lord knows where, and is treated like a king. Naturally the tiger has no wish to become a mouse again. And he has evidently discovered that there is nothing like a tear or two to soften your heart.”
Nilkanta hurriedly left the spot. He felt he would like to be a knife to cut Satish to pieces ”

“ The boy often got his ears boxed and pulled by Sharat, but as this was nothing to what he had been used to as a member of the troupe, he did not mind it in the least. In his short experience of the world he had come to the conclusion that, as the earth consisted of land and water, so human life was made up of eatings and beatings, and that the beatings largely predominated.
It was hard to tell Nilkanta’s age. If it was about fourteen or fifteen, then his face was too old for his years; if seventeen or eighteen, then it was too young. He was either a man too early or a boy too late. ”

“ Big tears coursed down the boy’s cheeks, till at last he hid his face in his hands, and wept bitterly. Kiran came back from the room and said: “I am sure Nilkanta has not taken the inkstand.” Sharat and Satish were equally positive that no other than Nilkanta could have done it.
But Kiran said determinedly: “Never.”
Sharat wanted to cross-examine the boy, but his wife refused to allow it.
Then Satish suggested that his room and box should be searched. And Kiran said: “If you dare do such a thing I will never forgive you. You shall not spy on the poor innocent boy.” ”

“ Kiran was a universal favourite with her family and neighbours, so that, when she fell seriously ill, they were all anxious. The village wiseacres thought it shameless for her husband to make so much fuss about a mere wife and even to suggest a change of air, and asked if Sharat supposed that no woman had ever been ill before, or whether he had found out that the folk of the place to which he meant to take her were immortal. ”

“ But Satish was not even scared. It was only his own heart that bled and bled.
Satish had brought with him from Calcutta a grand inkstand. The inkpot was set in a mother-of-pearl boat drawn by a German-silver goose supporting a penholder. It was a great favourite of his, and he cleaned it carefully every day with an old silk handkerchief. Kiran would laugh, and tapping the silver bird’s beak would say —
Twice-born bird, ah! ”

“ Kiran’s heart overflowed with pity at this attempted outrage on a homeless lad. She got two new suits of clothes and a pair of shoes, and with these and a banknote in her hand she quietly went into Nilkanta’s room in the evening. She intended to put these parting presents into his box as a surprise. The box itself had been her gift. ”