The Bengali film juxtaposed a debilitating, poor family with a fairly well-off family. One family struggled to properly feed and clothe the children. The other family decorated the children with necklaces and fed them candy. One family relied on the dreams of an aspiring priest and scholar. The other owned an orchard full of guavas and mangos. And yet they coexisted. The film captured the true struggle of living in the shadow of something desired but unattainable. For the scholar’s family that something was not worrying about the next meal. The other family didn’t have to do that. Or a steady income to be able to occasionally get the kids candy, to send them to school wearing something other than rags, to live in the present without constantly worrying about what the future holds. The other family had all of that too. This gap between the two families was brutally clear when Durga and Abu watched the candyman walk over to the other family’s house after telling him that they couldn’t afford the sweets. It was clear every time Durga’s mother told her to return the guavas or mangos she had stolen from the other family. It was clear when the father left for almost half of a year to pursue scholastic dreams that never even came true. It was clear in every interaction the scholar’s family had with the other family. And yet they were only a street apart.