Sayak Banerjee Part 1 The morning sun rose slowly over the muddy banks of the river. A soft orange glow spread across the sky, while the air hung heavy with the smell of salt, mud, and silence. In a small village near the edge of the Sundarbans, a wooden boat rocked gently by the dock. Inside, there were ropes, nets, sickles, smoking pots, and earthen jars—empty now, but waiting to be filled with wild forest honey. Four men stood near the boat, ready for the journey ahead. Buro Kaka, the eldest, had skin browned by the sun and eyes full…