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'The Home and the World' is a 1916 novel by Rabindranath Tagore, set in Bengal under British colonial rule in the early 20th century. It is narrated alternately in the first-person perspectives of three main characters (Nikil, Vimala, and Sandip). The novel deals with the conflict between tradition and modernity, the conflict between nationalism and universal humanity, and the liberation of women as its main themes. 'Home' symbolizes tradition, and 'the world' symbolizes modernization, and the conflict and harmony between these two realms are the central themes. Through this work, Tagore warns of the dangers of blind patriotism and emphasizes the importance of rational judgment. The novel is considered an important work that reflects Tagore's critical view of the Indian independence movement and social reform, and shows the complex realities of Indian society at the time.

Summary
They came at the start of my life's journey, like the first streak of dawn, giving me golden provision to carry me on my way.
The sky which gives light is blue, and my mother's face was dark, but she had the radiance of holiness, and her beauty would put to shame all the vanity of the beautiful.
Everyone says that I resemble my mother. In my childhood I used to resent this. It made me angry with my mirror. I thought that it was God's unfairness which was wrapped round my limbs?that my dark features were not my due, but had come to me by some misunderstanding. All that remained for me to ask of my God in reparation was, that I might grow up to be a model of what woman should be, as one reads it in some epic poem.

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Contents
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER IX.
CHAPTER X.
CHAPTER XI.
CHAPTER XII.