'Extract from Sri Aurobindo's short story  in Bengali  titled 'A Dream':

''...All these tales about Karma are just clever inventions of God to console man's mind. Shyamsundar is very tricky; luckily he does not reveal himself to me, otherwise I would teach him such a lesson that he would stop playing these tricks."

As soon as he finished muttering, the man saw that his dark room was flooded with a dazzling light. After a while the luminous waves faded and he found in front of him a charming boy of a dusky complexion standing with a lamp in his hand, and smiling sweetly without saying a word. Noticing the musical anklets round his feet and the peacock plume, the man understood that Shyamsundar had revealed himself. At first he was at a loss what to do; for a moment he thought of bowing at his feet, but looking at the boy's smiling face no longer felt like making his obeisance. At last he burst out with the words, "Hullo, Keshta, what makes you come here?" 

The boy replied with a smile, "Well, didn't you call me? Just now you had the desire to whip me! That is why I am surrendering myself to you. Come along, whip me." The man was now even more confounded than before, but not with any repentance for the desire to whip the Divine: the idea of punishing instead of patting such a sweet youngster did not appeal to him. 

The boy spoke again, "You see, Harimohon, those who, instead of fearing me, treat me as a friend, scold me out of affection and want to play with me, I love very much. I have created this world for my play only; I am always on the lookout for a suitable playmate. But, brother, I find no one. All are angry with me, make demands on me, want boons from me; they want honour, liberation, devotion—nobody wants me. I give whatever they ask for. What am I to do? I have to please them; otherwise they will tear me to pieces. You too, I find, want something from me. You are vexed and want to whip some one. In order to satisfy that desire you have called me. Here I am, ready to be whipped. ye yathā māṃ prapadyante, I accept whatever people offer me. But before you beat me, if you wish to know my ways, I shall explain them to you. Are you willing?" Harimohon replied, "Are you capable of that? I see that you can talk a good deal, but how am I to believe that a mere child like you can teach me something?" The boy smiled again and said, "Come, see whether I can or not."

Read the rest of the sweet short story written in Bengali by Sri Aurobindo [translated into English  by others] on the following link

https://incarnateword.in/cwsa/9/a-dream