adapted from The Postmaster
by Rabindranath Tagore
One noon, during a break in the rains, there was a cool soft breeze blowing; the smell of the damp grass and leaves in the hot sun
felt like the warm breathing of the tired earth on one's body. A persistent bird went on all the afternoon repeating the burden of its one
complaint in Nature's audience chamber.
The postmaster had nothing to do. The shimmer of the freshly washed leaves, and the banked-up remnants of the retreating rain-
clouds were sights to see; and the postmaster was watching them and thinking to himself: "Oh, if only some kindred soul were near-just
one loving human being whom I could hold near my heart!"
The postmaster sighed, and called out "Ratan." Ratan was then sprawling beneath the guava-tree, busily engaged in eating unripe
guavas. At the voice of the postmaster, she ran up breathlessly, saying: "Were you calling me, Dada?" "I was thinking," said the
postmaster, "of teaching you to read." And then for the rest of the afternoon he taught her the alphabet.
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From which point of view is this passage being told?
OA. second person
OB. first person
OC. third person
OD. The point of view shifts from second person to first person.