Glimpses Of Bengal, are, letters, from tagore.He wrote it all , at a point of time, when he felt writing them , was a delightful necessity.Tagore, is gifted person, who knows the language of the current of waters, forces of nature.Small things, when they get his attention, turn out be precious, pieces of art.His appreciation for winter goes thus
’’In that season lyrical fervour is apt to grow cold, and one gets the leisure to write drama.’’
None, but , Tagore knows how to value life, with a true happiness, (ananda), that man should learn to find and live.In his own words
’’ When I realise this I feel I want to take a good look at nature, to offer a conscious welcome to each day’s sunrise, to say farewell to each day’s setting sun, as to an intimate friend’’.He also , emphasises , on cultivating a reading habit, from childhood, without which , one would be unable to , find an identity, to the devastations that take place.
’’The emptiness left by easy joys, untasted, is ever growing in my life’’, says tagore, when he finds people with busy ordeals , moving with tough ambitions.Everyone , forgets, that the foremost responsibility in life is to live it , to the greatest measure possible.In his letters from shazadpur, one can enjoy his appreciation for ’’raghuvamsa’’ of kalidasa.He ponders about the split identity of an Indian: a busy householder and a wandering asthetic.He confesses , his failure in personal life, without hypocrisy.
’’Consciously or unconsciously, I may have done many things that were untrue, but I have never uttered anything false in my poetry--that is the sanctuary where the deepest truths of my life find refuge’’, he says.
If rain was a woman, she would be in a state of supramental bliss to find somebody who can give her this hypnotising welcome.All his prose , are a poetry, :All his poetries are but talking paintings.He enjoys the ecstasy of little children, finding oneness with sorroundings.He also talks about rebirth and vegeterianism.He talks about men’s inner confilct for pleasure and sacrifice, about the conrasting indian and european phenomenon’’Our melodies are to be sung alone, to oneself; they take us out of the everyday world into a solitude aloof.’’Every person , he feels has an abundant wealth of love , which he should dicover.
That’s it, you will fall in love with your own life.