ABSTRACT

I was admitted to Bethune School when I was seven and half years old, in the juniormost class. I also happened to be the youngest of the students in my class. Lajjabati, Rajnarain Basu’s daughter, who was in my class, was at least four years my senior. She became very attached to me, and treated me as if I were a plaything, like an adored doll. As I progressed each year to next higher class, I also became increasingly popular with the girls. It became embarrassing when the girls from various sections successively fell in love with me.