They were two young people living in rural India when somehow in a modern version of Romeo and Juliet the boy and girl from families which disliked one another fell in love. They most probably met in some field, exchanged words and glances, met in some secluded spot and realized they had come to love one another. Ratan Mandal and Kanchan Kuman eventually told their parents of the love that had blossomed, but the two families harbored ancient grudges whose origin was most probably unknown. Finally, the two young lovers eloped, got married and went away. However, the family of Kanchan Kumari could not forget what they considered an insult to their family honor. They invited the family of Ratan Mandai to a supposed reconciliation dinner and then shot eight people, beheaded them and threw their bodies into a river.
To those of us living in post industrial societies with cell phones and Internet and a host of ways to communicate, we forget about the actual lives of millions like these two families. Their ignorance is simply of a different nature than modern ignorance, but it is always there. They behead people, we condemn poor people in America to early deaths by refusing to offer free medical care. That is life in modern America.