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Hi friends,
I have decided to translate famous stories of Rabindra Nath Tagore. Since the stories are quite big, so the translation will be part by part.
This story is about a teenager who keeps on traveling one place to another without any reason.
Here is the translation of the story-
"Athithi"
PART 1
Kanthilya Zamindar Motilalbabu was going home to his homeland by boat. While arranging a boat near the bank of a river in midday, a Brahmin boy came and asked, "Babu, where are you going?" The questioner will not be more than fifteen-sixteen.
Moti Babu replied, "The jackfruit."
Brahmanbalka said, "Can you take me on the way to Nandiganga?"
Babu expressed his consent and asked, "What is your name?"
BrahmanBalak said, "My name is Tarapada."
The glorious boy looks great. A gorgeous euphoria and a laughing lips are being released A dirty dirty garment. The exposed body is unbearable; Many artists have made perfect nostalgia with great care. As if he was a tired boy, he was born in the past, and through the influence of clean medicines, a monumental Brahminical woman became enamored by the loss of her body from a large amount of herbs.
Motilalababu said to him affectionately, "Dad, you come to the bath, here it will be eaten."
Tarapad said, "garlic." As soon as he joined the unhealthy cooking arrangement. Motilalababu's job was that he did not have the mastery in the activities of Hindustani, fish and quota; Tarapad did his job in a short span of time and used to cook two or two turtles with the accustomed skill. After the end of the process of work, bathing in the Tarapada river, wearing a white cloth was opened; Taking a small wooden crest, the big hair of the head was lifted from the forehead and fell on Griba and delayed the earthen cloth and went to Motibaquar in the boat.
Matibabu took him inside the boat. There was a wife of Matibabu and her ninth-year-old daughter. Motipu's wife, Annapurna, grew up in affection after seeing this beautiful girl - she said in her heart, "Where did you come from? Where did her mother leave her?"
At the same time, both the seats fell for Matibu and this boy. The boy is not eating enough; Annapurna looked at her little food and thought that she was ashamed; He urged him to eat it; But when he stopped eating, he did not accept any request. It was seen that the boy works entirely according to his own wishes, but it is easy to do so that no obstruction or insinuation is expressed.
After all the food, Annapurna was sitting beside him and asked questions about his history. Details have not been collected. It is known that the boy was voluntarily fleeing the house at the age of seven to eight years of age. Annapurna asked, "Your mother is not?"
Tarapada said, "There is."
Annapurna asked, "Does he not love you?"
Tarapad was very curious about this question and said, "Why do not you love."
Annapurna asked, "Then why did you leave him?"
Tarapada said, "He has four more sons and three daughters."
Annapurna was pained by this boy's strange answer, "Oma, what is she?" If there are five fingers, one finger may be left. "
Tarapar is very young, its history is also short, but the boy is completely new. He is the fourth son of his parents, orphaned in his childhood. Tarapat was very adored by many children's children; She got so much affection from mother and sister and everyone from her neighborhood. Even the guru did not make it to him - after all, even after the child's death, everyone felt the pain. There was no reason to leave her home in such a situation. The boy who was neglected always kept on eating fruits of the stolen trees and paying homage to the people of the four quarters, he also fell into the well-known villages of his known village, and the son of this village met with an exotic travel group and fled from the village, unconsciously.
Everyone searched and brought him back to the village. His mother pressed him down to the tears, and his sisters started weeping; His elder brother, trying to softly govern him on the hard duty of the male guardian, finally gave him a great favor and reward. The girls in the neighborhood tried to force him to call him in the house and to compel him a lot of affection. But the ties, even the affection did not stop him; His birth certificate made him homeless. Whenever he saw the foreign boat passing through the river seen, he took shelter from a distant land, or a small monk came to the bank of the banks of the banks of the river Vedera, where the small bamboo bamboo chuliya is built to build a chulari, then his heart is unsettled for the affectionate freedom of the unknown exclamation. Fit well After two or three times overhead, his relatives and villagers abandoned his hope.
First she took a trip team. When the person started loving him as a son, and when he became a favorite of all the small and big in the party, the princes of the house, especially the Purna Mahila, when he was going home, especially when he started calling him and honoring him, one day he said nothing to anyone He disappeared and could not be found.
Tarpad is like a deer, and it is like a harem. In the song of the journey, he seduced him from the first house. In his poem all his shirts, the movement and his music all around him were present. Even when he was still a child, it was very difficult for him to recite the laughter of the old man by seeing him as a gentle elderly self-stunned sister sitting in a music session. Why only music, when the rain falls on the dense loll of the trees, the cloud was called in the sky, and the wind in the forest was like crying, like the giant monster in the forest, his heart was rattling. At noon, at the noontime of the afternoon, the call of the chill from the sky, the wetness of the roast in the evening of the rainy season, and the loud sounding of the hornala all over him. Being attracted to the fascination of this music, he immediately entered a group of Panchali groups. The tutor started to teach him the most important songs and to memorize the Panchali, and started loving affection for him as his beloved bird. The birds began to sing some songs and one day they went to fly in the morning.
Last time he had a gymnastics team. From the end of the month of Jathamas to the end of the month of Asharmas, Baroari fairs are held in phases at this place. In addition, two or three teams traveled through a fairs and festivals by small river tributaries by boat, panchali, poets, dancers and various shops. From the last year, a small gymnastic team of Calcutta was added to the amusement of this tourism fair. Tarapad first took the sale of khili for sale in the Milia Mihiya fair with the shopkeeper. Later, after his natural curiosity, he was attracted to this gymnastic's innovative exercise and entered the group. Tarpad himself had taught himself to practice good flute by practicing himself - during gymnastic time, he had to play the flute of Lucknow Banga fast - it was his only work.
This is the last escape from this group. He had heard that Nandigram's zamindar was opening a hobby of Babuara Mahasamoharoh, he was taking his small packing and arranging a trip to Nandigram, when he met with Motibu.
There is no special characteristic of any party in the phases of the Tarapati phase due to its natural imaginative nature. He was completely aloof and free of heart. He has heard many ugly words in the world and has seen many nasty scenes, but it has not been retired until it is stored in his mind. The boy did not care. No other kind of habitation can compel his mind like other bonds. He swims on the muddy waters in this world and swims like a white royal swim. Every time his curiosity was submerged, his fan could not be damp or dirty. For this reason a white-white youth was unaware in the face of this abandoned boy, seeing the face of her, senior leader Motilalbabu had called him without question, without doubt, in full humility.
(End of part 1)