They all lived side by side in whichever huts the overseer assigned to them, and they all worked together in the fields. But that didn't mean all Untouchables were the same. Carpenters looked down on barbers, who looked down on washer folk, who looked down on basket makers, who looked down on fisher folk. And so it went until it came to the chamars, the leather makers. The handlers of dead animals. Everyone looked down on them. By birth, by caste, and by jati, Ashish was a chamar. Being a gentle man, like his father before him, Ashish had always made it his habit to ignore the personal slights and insults other bonded laborers tossed his way. People were people, he insisted. Let each one prove his value in the fields and paddies. But by the age of forty-six, Ashish had begun to grow old and to wear out. More and more, the daily struggles of life weighed heavily on him. One evening he came back to his hut, exhausted from many hours in the wheat fields, to find a most troubling change.
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