Ratan and the Postmaster

“He longed to remember the touch on the forehead of soft hands with tinkling bracelets, to imagine the presence of loving womanhood, the nearness of mother and sister And the exile was not disappointed. Ratan ceased to be a little girl.”

Tagor, Rabindranath. “The Postmaster.” Macmillan and Co., 1918, pp. 164.

As more than just a companion for his loneliness, Ratan was able to simultaneously take on all of the roles in womanhood that the postmaster was missing – from mother, to sister, and I’m sure to some extent, a daughter he never hand. In this way, Ratan seems to be less of a person to the postmaster than she is just a fluid substitute he can use for his fulfillment.