Batras  [बतरस] Three tales of thieves from then and now!  By Ratnakar Tripathy Way back at the age of eleven, I loved and looked forward to the annual summer vacation of full two and a half months I would get to spend in my village in Champaran. This was the time when I could take off my convent school mantle and become one with the village. It took me all of three days after arrival to forget the use of shoes or chappals and a few more days to stop combing my hair altogether. My village friends waited patiently for the transformation to take place, for the dirt to occupy its rightful...