On the bank of the river stood a small, raw bazaar in Rajbari There, I noticed worker carrying heavy bundles of raw jute. Beneath the dense, golden fibres, his face was almost completely hidden. The price of jute may rise and fall, but the fate of these hardworking people seems forever woven into the golden fibre that both sustains and conceals them.
The man of golden fiber.
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