Amit likens fashion to a mask, and style to beauty of countenance. Style, he feels, belongs to the literary elite, who live by their own wishes. And … - Rabindranath Tagore

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Amit likens fashion to a mask, and style to beauty of countenance. Style, he feels, belongs to the literary elite, who live by their own wishes. And fashion is for the ordinary lot, who make it their business to please other people. . . . You may view a professional dancing girl beneath the awning of a public marquee; but for the first glimpse of the bride’s face during the shubhodrishti ritual, a veil of Benarasi fabric is required. The marquee belongs to fashion, the Benarasi veil — which reveals the special one’s countenance shaded by a special hue — to style.

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About Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941), also known as Rabi Thakur, was a Bengali philosopher, poet, and winner of the Nobel Prize for literature in 1913.

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Pen Names: ভানুসিংহ
Native Name: রবীন্দ্রনাথ
Alternative Names: Rabīndranātha Thākur Kabiguru Tagore Bishwakabi R. Tagore Rabindranat Tagor Bhanu Singha Thakur Gurudev Biswakabi Nyi Wang Gönpo Tagore, rabindranath Ravindranath Thakur

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সহজকে সহজ রাখতে হলে শক্ত হতে হয়। ছন্দকে সহজ করতে চাও তো যতিকে ঠিক জায়গায় কষে আঁটতে হবে। লোভ বেশি, তাই জীবনের কাব্যে কোথাও যতি দিতে মন সরে না, ছন্দ ভেঙে গিয়ে জীবনটা হয় গীতহীন বন্ধন।

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The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true,
the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony
of wishing in my heart…..

I have not seen his face,
nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps
from the road before my house…..

But the lamp has not been lit
and I cannot ask him into my house;
I live in the hope of meeting with him;
but this meeting is not yet.

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