Rajbari Haveli

About the book

Everyone at the Rajbari is lying. The restoration consultant isn't restoring anything. The two men from Bentinck Street aren't generator men. The would-be son-in-law's brother doesn't exist. And the old servant who has watched all of it for forty years isn't nearly as deaf as he has let everyone believe. There's a will being hunted, and a locked almirah nobody will admit to wanting. Then, halfway through the Heritage Evening gala, with a hundred and thirty guests eating fish fry in the courtyard, the lights go out. A comedy of mishti, maach, monsoons, and monumentally bad decisions.