Somewhere between the place where a thing is made and the place where it is needed, its value can change beyond recognition. Calcutta, November 1796. The Hooghly smelt of wet earth, fish, tar and rotting timber, its brown waters shouldering past the ghats beneath a sky heavy with rain. Boatmen called to one another across…
Tag: Colonial Calcutta
Beneath the Still Water
The first thing they noticed was what was missing. Rajkumari Dasi had once possessed enough gold to make even the wealthiest women of the neighbourhood envious, yet that August morning her wrists were bare, her ears empty and her neck stripped of every ornament. The jewellery had vanished, but the dark marks around her throat…
