On the one hand, there is the quandary of Bengal after partition where the Bengalee and their left over values are being battered; on the other, Anangamohan Kabyabyakarantirtha is waging an epic war with his five students to keep his chatuspathi going. Whether the presence of a third man, a Purohit, is an imperative to the relation between man and god is a critical question that Anangamohan's philosophic mind tries to find out; it searches the essence of the self. Through the eyes of this Acharyadev, an outdated coin, who does not know English and his grandson, fatherless Bilu, the turmoil of 1960s is disinterred kaleidoscopically. Wailing for rice, sweets control order, police firing on the student movement, trams set on fire to protest against the fare hike?it is really a turbulent time. However, the contemporaneity of time is just an excuse in this novel; rather it has been used here to pen down the elegy of the study of Sanskrit, a tradition that flourished in Bengal's chatuspathis.