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Your Question is;-Short story postman by rebindranath tagore.
My Answer is:-The post master frist took up his duite in. The. village. of
Of ulapur.Though the village was small one there was indigo factory near by and the proprietor,Englishman had manage to get a post office estlabilised.
Our post master belong to Calcutta.he felt like a fish out of water in this remote village.his office and living room were in a dark thatched shed. not far from the green simply pound surrounded by the fence growoth.The man employed in the indigo factory has no leisure;moreover they were hardly Desirable compainians for decent flock.nor in colcatta boy an adept on the art of assocating with others.
among stranger he appears either proud or ill at ease.At any rate the postmaster had but little company;nor has he much to do.
At times he tried his hands at writing a verse or two.that the movement of the leaves of the clouds of the sky were enough to feed life with joy suchwere the sentiments to which he do it to give expression but god knows that the poor fellow would have felt it as a gift of a new life.if some geine of the Arabian nights had in one night swept away the trees leaves and all and replaced them with a macadamised road hisong a clouds from view with row of small houses.
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Your Question is;-Short story postman by rebindranath tagore.
My Answer is:-The post master frist took up his duite in. The. village. of
Of ulapur.Though the village was small one there was indigo factory near by and the proprietor,Englishman had manage to get a post office estlabilised.
Our post master belong to Calcutta.he felt like a fish out of water in this remote village.his office and living room were in a dark thatched shed. not far from the green simply pound surrounded by the fence growoth.The man employed in the indigo factory has no leisure;moreover they were hardly Desirable compainians for decent flock.nor in colcatta boy an adept on the art of assocating with others.
among stranger he appears either proud or ill at ease.At any rate the postmaster had but little company;nor has he much to do.
At times he tried his hands at writing a verse or two.that the movement of the leaves of the clouds of the sky were enough to feed life with joy suchwere the sentiments to which he do it to give expression but god knows that the poor fellow would have felt it as a gift of a new life.if some geine of the Arabian nights had in one night swept away the trees leaves and all and replaced them with a macadamised road hisong a clouds from view with row of small houses.
I know this much onot.
Mark as brainliest.
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