Some stories arrive softly. They do not announce themselves. They wait.

Bandook Gali – A Fiction Drawn from the Margins of History, began with a name that lingered longer than expected. A lane crossed often, rarely questioned, in the city of Kolkata in India. A sense that the past had left behind traces rather than records.

This novel traces the margins of historical facts, characters, and events, shaped through fiction and observation. It follows a boy, a family, a neighbourhood, and a little lane in Kolkata whose name carries more weight than explanation. Life moves forward in familiar rhythms. Doors open. Doors close. The lane remains.

Set against the layered social and cultural landscape of the post-colonial city, which became a boiling cauldron of the freedom movement from the British, the story examines how history settles into everyday life. Not as spectacle, but as residue. What survives is continuity. What is remembered finds its place. What is hidden reveals itself in time.

Written with deliberation and restraint, Bandook Gali is a complete narrative that moves with quiet purpose toward its conclusion. It does not demand attention. It earns it.

Some stories are not meant to be rushed. They are meant to be walked through, step by step, until the lane reveals its name.