As I entered RP Gupta’s flat, I faced a slender man in a half-sleeved white vest and white pajamas, rocking in a chair, with books piled on a stool next to him.
I soon discovered a new, exciting world, as RP and Basanta-da poured their knowledge over me. I hardly understood then how fortunate I was when they took me for chats at Subho Tagore’s flat.
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