A mere accident made me start again, after the lapse of about eighteen years. But I soon gave up the habit as useless, and almost forgot in the long years that followed that I could even write a sentence in my boyhood. Probably this led to my writing short stories when I was barely seventeen. over and over again in my childhood, and many a night I kept awake regretting their incompleteness and thinking what might have been their conclusion if finished. I have not his work now-somehow it got lost but I remember poring over those incomplete mss. Father was a great scholar, and he had tried his hand at stories and novels, dramas and poems, in short, every branch of literature, but never could finish anything. The first made me a tramp and sent me out tramping the whole of India quite early, and the second made me a dreamer all my life. From my father I inherited nothing except, as I believe, his restless spirit and his keen interest in literature. I received almost no education for want of means. In Sarat Babu's own words, 'My childhood and youth were passed in great poverty. But he lost everything, so that the novelist's father was poor. His grandfather had been an extremely wealthy man. SARATCHANDRA CHATTERJI was born at Devanandapur, a small village in the Hugli District of Bengal, on September 15th, 1876.
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