When we were young we were a little intrigued by Sarkar Babu who was the bajar sarkar. His job was to take one of our joint family servants to the market every morning and bring back a headload of vegetables and fish. We pitied his life which revolved around such trips for several families that made the filthy bazaar a kind of second home for him. He earned a pittance but it was assumed that he more than made up by way of doctored accounts.
The men among the grown-ups, like my father and uncles, all woke up late, read The
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