 Dvabindranath was here. Everyone was expecting him. It was an evening, just like this. The river Gaurai, Shilayidha, her village on its banks, the nearby Padma river. Yes, and all the village folk of Bengal, they were waiting for him. Today, after yawns, if anyone stands at the mouth of this river, he will hear the village of the river, the blue sky. All cry out in unison. Dvabindranath was here. What happened after that? There is no answer. Only clues such as these contained within the pages of two handwritten notebooks. Copies of 252 personal letters exist within them. Written by Dvabindranath to his niece Indira Devi between the November of 1889 and the 15th of December 1895. At a time when he was travelling, the length and breadth of the rural Bengal on a houseboat.