Pranoy Mukherjee 1 The riverine labyrinth of the Sundarbans spread before Kabir Roy like a living, breathing entity, dense with tangled roots, sprawling mangroves, and the relentless shimmer of tidal waters. The launch that carried him from the bustling chaos of Kolkata to the remote delta moved sluggishly, rocking gently against the currents, its engine a low hum that barely disturbed the symphony of croaking frogs and the distant calls of kingfishers. Kabir leaned on the wooden railing, letting his eyes trace the silvering waters as they forked endlessly into hidden channels, each bend a secret, each inlet a potential…