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.
