The Postmaster - Ravindranath Tagore

'The Postmaster is a short story by Indian writer Rabindranath Tagore. The writer considered as the greatest Indian literary figure of the twentieth century. He won the Nobel prize for literature.

'The Postmaster' is a story of attachment. The Postmaster takes his post to remote village Ulapur. Jr was from Calcutta and so he did not like the place. He feels like a fish out of water in the village.

Postmaster was living alone and had to cook himself. Ratan, an orphan girl help him occasionally. Postmaster shares his feeling with Ratan, tells about his family. Those memories were always haunting him. Postmaster teaches Ratan to read.

One day Postmaster falls ill and Ratan takes good care of him. Called village doctor, have pills on right time, sat up all night by his pillow, cooked his gruel for him. But Postmaster decides to apply for transfer. He applies on the ground of the unhealthiness of the place.

Postmaster was waiting for reply and one day it comes, telling that his application for transfer has rejected and so he resigned post and is going to home. He calls Ratan and says that he is going next day. Ratan feels so sad. She hopes that Postmaster would take her with him and asks also buy Postmaster laughs.

At the time of departure, Postmaster offers some money to Ratan but she did not accept it and run away crying. After Postmaster gone, still Ratan wanders near the post office with tears in her eyes.

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