Buro Angla by Abanindranath Tagore. Because before that, my tiny brain thought it ludicrous that good painters could be good writers as well. In my defence, I wasn't more than nine at that time.
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I was alone, this bird had flown.
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At nine you knew Abanindranath was a painter. That is worthy of comment in itself. Buro Angla was one of my favourite books to be read out.
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