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The Civil Servant ....

Hailed as the harbinger of change by the tribal people and townsfolk, he assumed the position of district collector in the remote area of Hacer.
Loin clothed, sunken cheeked that silhouetted the bones with a rib caged posterior, the tribe of Habilu stood waiting in the unrelenting heat of scorching summer.
High officials in khaki uniform, officials of the panchayat samiti, gram panchayat and the zilla parishad  and all the local municipal bodies were present amongst the local folks who had ventured from far flung villages, had never felt eager to receive a collector.

 But this man of 35 years, a young enthusiastic civil servant had sent the chatter mill turning about the true change that he had brought whilst his presence in the previous posting.
A tribal woman with her infant, having his food, alongside a lonely boy expecting a school, landless farmer hoping reforms and the landlords; well, ready to build friendships strong waited to greet him.

 A collector nonetheless, a god with prowess of showing magic was expected to serve a population of a million.

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