my painted corner

I was born in a beautiful place-Ranchi in the then Bihar of India.
Ranchi was favourite of the English people for its natural beauty and
climate. It was the summer capital of the governer of Bihar.
Ranchi was not a wet place like Bengal. So whenever I came to Calcutta
in my childhood I became sad. There was no tree in Calcutta no forest,
no brook near it-and no hyena roaming around in the city street in the
night. Their was no fear and no delight! So I wanted to return to my
birthplace.
I can not return to Ranch now as none can return to one's childhood!
It has never been possible for me then to love Bengal and love my adulthood!
I was long lost in the forest of Ranchi.