Manav was manhandled from the jeep and into the red-brick police station. Khaki-clad constables puttered around trying to deal with the morass of complainants. He couldn’t understand everything, but the most common utterance was an accusation of theft against a “jealous” neighbour. Others begged the police to find their daughter or son who had invariably run off with an unacceptable lover. The constables cared little. They listened with fake empathy and told most people do go solve...