Occidentally Yours A secularism that survived Partition is worth preserving By Somnath Batabyal  Our home was here and if you followed the road, you would reach Dolaigonjo station. We took the train there and then an overnight steamer ride before we reached Kolkata. I was six.” My father was drawing quietly on a piece of paper, trying to etch from memory, his house in Gandaria, Dhaka. It took him a while to warm up, his mind clouded over now by post-operation trauma and a crippling clinical depression. “I really don’t remember,” he kept saying through the afternoon,...