ABSTRACT
We were at Basirhat when the country was passing through this important phase. An anonymous petition had been made to the District Magistrate asking him to cancel my husband’s posting. It expressed doubts about my husband’s ability to remain impartial in cases connected with Father’s estates since the Sunderbans lie within the jurisdiction of Basirhat. The seasoned District Magistrate scented party factionalism and retained his faith in my husband’s ability to steer clear of local politics. I heaved a silent sigh of relief, for Basirhat was not only a pleasant place to be transferred to after the waterlogged stations of East Bengal, but from here Calcutta was accessible and I would be able to take Donny for his periodical examinations by Dr. Mukherjee.
