PROTECTORS OF HONOUR   It was evening. The Sun God was preparing to go to the west. The shadows of the trees were getting longer. In such a situation, a cyclist was riding his bicycle on the trail going to Chandanpur. Perhaps he wanted to reach Chandanpur before it got dark. That cyclist was none other than Rajaram, the Gram Panchayat Secretary of Chandanpur village. Rajaram was returning from the block. Apart from Chandanpur, there were five-six more villages in his area. Rajaram was a very clever person. He had earned lakhs of rupees in his six-seven years of service.