One afternoon, as I was stepping out of my rented place in Chandil to return to my office, I felt that there was someone lurking outside the gate. I unclasped the latch and looked around. There was a teenage girl in school uniform who hurried away upon seeing me. I saw that she had a steel tiffin box in her hands which she was trying to close as she walked away.  What was she up to? I wondered.  Then I understood.  The girl had emptied her tiffin box on the narrow,