Rabindranath Tagore

September 15, 2003

"Where did I come from?" the baby asked its mother.

She answered, half-crying, half-laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast:

"You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were in the dolls of all my childhood games. In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother, and in her mother before her, you have lived."

-Rabindranath Tagore

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