A decade back I had decided not to read a Byapari work again. Last time my eyes were sore and had run dry. I felt guilty for things I had not done. For a few months I was on roller coast viewing everything from a perspective unknown to me before. His hard-hitting writing gave another meaning to struggle, deprivation, hunger, exploitation and the limits of human endurance. With Imaan, his next work in my hand, Byapari has dug deeper leaving no scope for plain tears. He wields a dagger that pierces the heart of the society showing us its rot and filthy blood. However uncomfortable, if there’s one writer you must read, it is Manoranjan Byapari. Read all his works. There are days when you repent not knowing Bangla, today is that.