11:30 a.m.: Shyamdev Mandal is not at home. His neighbour Bablu Vishwas does not know where he has gone. He asks me about my work and casually peeps into my diary. He is disappointed that I have not written anything. “Didn’t find anything interesting, eh?”, he chuckles. I nod sheepishly.
I wait awhile but when Shyamdev does not show up for nearly an hour, I leave.