She called me out, once again, from the four walls of the house, and posted me within a tumultuous stormy field where I had no control but to surrender to the effects patiently. For more than a month I roamed as a beggar in the villages and towns of South India. Finally, one day, exhausted in mind and slim in body, I reached my hut at Ramanathpur village. It was at this time for a certain period I had to came to Calcutta under pressure from those old well-wishers, who, of late, used to send me messages in the form of deep requests. I was no longer a boy who used to be looked down upon as an object of pity by them.
Miracles are always accidental.
Waves of miracles have brought omens consisting of, either good, or evil, to the lives of human beings. Nobody knows when the change would occur and make a history behind a man's career. The ups and downs in the society have marked with a series of stupendous distinctions. Where it has gone up for the better side, there it has established a grand set of 'ethics' for all the days to come. And, when the downfall has been the rock-bottom, then, that path of tragedy has been forewarned as erroneous.