Hailed as harbinger of change by the tribals, he assumed the position of district collector in the remote place of Hacer.
Loin clothed, sunken cheek silhoutting the bones with a rib caged posterior the tribe of Habilu stood waiting in the unrelenting heat of scorching summer.
High officials in khaki, officials of the panchayat samiti, the town folk .etc had never felt eager to receive a collector but this man of 35 years had sent the chatter mill turning about the true change he brought whilst the last posting.
A tribal half nude woman with her infant sucking, having his food with a lonely boy expecting a school, landless farmer hoping reforms and the landlords; well, ready to build friendships strong.
A collector nonetheless, a god with prowess of showing magic was expected to serve a population of a million.
