Murigram Post is a meticulously observed little book, somewhat hallucinatory in its details of a small town, of squabbles and petty fights over who should sit in a chair, in the midst of protests and anger and death. It begs the question of why people do things, in the great tumult of the country they live in, where justice and rules are as ephemeral as the lives of the poor, that barely get three paragraphs in a newspaper when they die, whose death cannot be attributed to police bullets unless the police themselves vouch for the killing.