When Doctor Tapan accepted the job at the village dispensary, he had certain vague and romantic ideas about Chandangaon – ideas that we townsfolk all probably have about our villages.
Chandangaon might have been romantic, but its people were hardly so. There was Daya Shanker, a mere shadow of the powerful zamindars who were his forefathers, yet still the most feared man in the village, and proud President of the village Panchayat.
There was Rattan, of quick temper and noble heart – friend of all in need and Chandangaon’s most popular character. There was Maya, Rattan’s wife, whose yearning for a child remained unfulfilled in eight long years of otherwise married bliss.
There was Rattan’s mother, determined to find a second wife for her son who could bear him an heir. There was Gokul, the compounder at the village dispensary with no faith in modern medicines, being a practicing homeopath himself.
And finally there was Jaya, sweet daughter of Gokul, who won Tapan’s heart at their very first meeting.
Each person in Chandangaon seemed to pull in different directions, and it was quite apparent, as Rattan so aptly put it – ‘There is no love in their hearts – only hatred and contempt for themselves and each other’.
How this hatred was finally swept aside and in its place a new love flourished forms the engrossing story of a little village, Chandangaon, and its people.
[from the official press booklet]