![]() So our efforts to find something where we see nothing are unceasing. Emptiness is a thing man cannot bring himself to believe in: that which is not, is untrue that which is untrue, is not. I would ever and anon return to take my stand there and gaze upon it, wondering what there was left in place of what had gone. The terrible darkness which was disclosed to me through this rent, continued to attract me night and day as time went on. What perplexing self-contradiction it all seemed to me as I looked around! How was I ever to reconcile what remained with which had gone? All around, the trees, the soil, the water, the sun, the moon, the stars, remained as immovably true as before and yet the person who was as truly there, who, through a thousand points of contact with life, mind and heart, was ever so much more true for me, had vanished in a moment like a dream. When of a sudden death came, and in a moment tore a gaping rent in its smooth-seeming fabric, I was utterly bewildered. I had seen nothing beyond life and accepted it as ultimate truth. ![]() In his autobiography, penned at the age of 50, he writes: However, tragedy struck for the second time when Kadambari committed suicide on 21 April 1884, just four months after he married Mrinalini Devi, and he was left devastated. He shared his love for literature with his sister-in-law Kadambari, and the two were very close friends. Later in life he had to encounter the death of many loved ones, one after another-his sister-in-law Kadambari Devi, who was a dear friend and a significant influence, his wife Mrinalini Devi, his daughters Madhurilata and Renuka, and his son, Shamindranath. Later in life he had to encounter the death of many loved ones, one after another. Tagore was 14 when his mother, Sarada Devi, passed away. ![]() His preoccupation with death goes back to a series of traumatic events of his life. He was curious to explore life after death. Rabindranath Tagore was fascinated by the concept of death. ![]()
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