Also referred as Rabindra Bharati Museum.
Well, I really don’t have any words to describe, neither be able to get some perfect ornamental adjectives to yield my experience over here. I wished to capture everything in my camera. But, photography is prohibited. Honestly, thank god it is prohibited. Because few moments is better to be locked in memory than as photocopies in any gadgets.
Doors, hall, bedroom, clothes, utensils, kitchen, mirrors, every corner, every inch of the villa you’ll get the feeling of the world-famous Rabindranath Tagore.
There is nothing much to say, rather, I’ll tell, that I’m not worthy enough to pen about Tagore.
“Greatness” will be a short, rather not gratitude word for him. His efforts, lifestyle, everything is well crafted and preserved in the villa.
The interior of the place was giving me goosebumps. In my wildest dream also, I couldn’t imagine that I’ll be walking on the same floor that was once walked by Rabindranath Tagore.
He stayed there, spend his maximum lifetime here.
Well, I should keep my pens down. Cause, everything can’t be uttered in words.
I spend my entire day, walking through the corridors, looking at the mirrors, reading about the artifacts.