Why is it that, even after ten years, memories of the tiny *Chandmala* flowers that once bloomed in Goshaipukur still return time and again to Tinkari Pal?s mind? Why does the resonant *dong-dong* of a wall-clock suddenly ring out from the dilapidated well? And why, too, do the cats?one by one?venture into the marshlands under the cover of night? Is it true that the deity Yandhi Thakur can indeed be glimpsed there, seated upon the back of a colossal, slumbering cat? Although crafted in the mold of a detective story, the novel *Bhushokalir Noksha* is, perhaps, a chronicle of a bygone era?an intricate tapestry woven from the minutiae of village life, seamlessly blending the natural world of Bengal with its rich tapestry of folklore and beliefs.