A Visit to a Village in West Bengal (in the Mid 2000) It is the middle of the first month in the year 1407 and I find myself at a murky road that leads to Manoharpur . I have been there before but that was quite sometime ago and under a different condition and so it looks as if the visit to the Manoharpur is like a virgin visit. We are visiting Namita's parents; though Namita had stayed and grown in Manoharpur; that was sometime ago and even to her things are new. We observe that there are a lot of men folk at the entrance road leading to Manoharpur in their white turned brown dothi and upper garment. I tell myself "people down here don't believe in keeping their clothes neat do they?" and look at my own upper garment with pride. If any of the guys sitting there saw me smile I am sure they would not have had a clue as to why I was smiling and four days from then I myself would not have smiled at this observation for I was to become a little wiser in that...