A collection of twelve short stories.
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This collection of a dozen stories are of a different genre. They pertain to an area called the laterite country whose soil is crimson colored. A land that is ravaged by floods and draught alternately.
As one goes through the twelve stories he will feel as if he is there. The rivers, the rice fields and the hills make the land unique both geographically and spiritually.
The wandering baul - wanderlust driving them from one place to another may ring some bells deep within.
...In some far off village a group of cattle raise their heads from the cement container from which they are picking up fodder and placing them inside their mouths. They are telling Rahul,"We don't like to eat from the cement containers, Rahul. They smell so horrible. Why don't you make earthen pots for anymore, Rahul? They were so beautiful and smelt so nice that we thought of eating the pots as well along with the grass...Please saveus."