ABSTRACT
As I had not been well for some time I returned to Kidderpore in August 1928 and soon after underwent a major operation at the Cavel Nursing Home. I remained with my parents to recuperate while Romu, who had to continue his studies in Manikgunge, returned with his father. His small brother, fighting to keep back his tears, wailed, “To whom will I now tell things?” His elder brother was a merciless tease, but life lost its flavour when “Dada” was not available. He fretted, and so did I. My convalescence was long, and as the tedious days dragged by I began to write to pass the time. My effort, entitled “Choosing a Bride in Bengal,” and written from my own experience, was later published in Asia, a New York magazine.
