When Arunava reached the state sponsored home for the mentally retarded in Vasant Bihar, riding straight from New Delhi airport, it was already 8:00 PM. The home had closed for visitors and he had a tough time getting inside, despite his credentials. He knew he won't get any help from his boss, so didn't call him. From the beginning he didn't approve of his getting involved in the case. And now after the terrible accident he had grown more cynical. He knew he had to solve it quickly or he'd be taken out of it soon. His boss didn't say it directly, but his penetrating gaze told him he was aware of the turmoil going on in his heart. And Arunava didn't like that. 'Do your job diligently without getting yourself involved personally. You have to get detached emotionally and look at a case from an impartial angle. Only then will you be able to pick up the loose ends'. 'The way to get close to an offender is by trying to think like him without letting ourselves get carried away. It is much
From the position he was in, he could see the bridge clearly. The car was heading towards the railings. He knew what lay ahead. He didn't want to go through the ordeal again. But what was he seeing now? A girl was standing still on the railway tracks. A goods train was rushing in from the Howrah side, the steel girders reverberating with the noise. Like an arrogant devil sporting his monstrosity before a helpless human, the train was closing in upon the girl - ready to devour her from behind. The headlights of the engine were like glowing embers which went for the devil's eyes - illuminating the serpent like track before it. The girl was holding something close to her heart. A Doll? It was only a matter of moments before the girl would get crushed under the wheels. Arunava wanted to run towards the tracks though he knew the accident was inevitable. But why was he unable to move his limbs? The girl looked at the raging river either side of her and started running on the tracks. If only
He had hardly taken a sip from his cup when his mobile rang. He looked at the screen and grimaced. He had returned from New Delhi late last night and had resumed duties sharp at ten. He had given his maid three days leave, as he wasn't sure when he was going to return back. He wasn't able to get a night's sleep yet. It had been only two hours and his boss had called him to his cabin at least five times. Now why the fuck did he have to call on his mobile? 'Have you heard the news today Arunava? ' His boss's cold, emotionless voice rang into his ears, irritating him further. 'No I'm not a fucking robot you asshole', he wanted to whisper into his ears and gauge his reaction. He didn't have the energy to prepare his breakfast and the old haggard was talking about watching TV. Moreover why didn't he remember to ask him at his chamber? It made his heart beat faster. He knew when his boss put things deliberately off. He would definitely be told to stay late and discuss another case with him
Shivangi was alone all over again. She had only one friend, her sister, whom she could call and talk for hours to let go of her loneliness. But fate had taken her away too like her parents. Now there were only the four walls, ceiling and the inanimate furniture to give her company. But she couldn't blame Upendra. He had taken care of her all these months and didn't let her complain about anything. Now he had an important client meet at Mumbai. Upendra was ambitious and didn't want to get tethered to his family for long. Otherwise it was just the two of them. And they had all the material comforts of the world. Then again maybe that was the reason why he wanted to keep himself busy in work. To forget the void in his life. But thinking optimistically, there were so many couples in the world who had adopted a child. She had talked it out with him during the initial years of their marriage, but Upendra didn't agree. She had found out Upendra to be old-fashioned in this regard. Was his hu
When Arunava slowed down his car and took a U-turn around the divider, he noticed flashes of lightening in the sky. A pitter-patter of raindrops followed suite. SH 6 was still thirteen kilometers away from here following the long drive of thirty seven kilometres according to the location showing on Google map. He remembered the night he had taken a U-turn towards Dunlop more .. while on his way back home . He had seen her off at her sister's flat in Saltlec about an hour before that. She was driving alone. He was driven merely by intuition then. And it had been a next to impossible task of saving her. But this time he was aware of her danger. Though he had very less time in hand. And it was what was making him restless. Arunava increased his pressure on the accelerator. The wiper was cleaning the windscreen continually and as it did the road leapt up before his eyes illuminated by the fog lights of his car. Darkness, which had descended like ghosts on either side was being dissipated
When Arunava reached the 'Chandannagar Sub-Divisional Hospital' at last it was 5:30 in the morning. Shivangi had gone into a coma, the doctors who attended her told Arunava. After admitting her he called up Upendra Ghosh. He was in Mumbai, attending a meeting. He'd be catching the next available flight to Kolkata, he said. He didn't seemed to be much worried about his wife, though he feigned it. It was everything Arunava could do at the moment. He knew his heart would bleed whenever he'd think of her. Would she survive this time? The doctors said chances were very rare. Arunava was upto his ears in work, otherwise he could've taken few days off and attended her. Though he knew his over-enthusisam would be unexplainable to Upendra and cause problems between the husband-wife again. It wasn't long that they had been reconciled. How could he allow himself to play gooseberry ? Arunava himself got fourteen stitches, ten at the back of his head, four on his side temple. CT scan showed all n
1st Century, 57 BCE: On a lesser frequented road, somewhere near Ujjain, Madhya Pradesh, IndiaIt was the fourteenth of the dark half of Bhadra according to lunar calender. An impenetrable veil of darkness seemed to have descended on the earth, where ever one might turn one's eyes. A dead silence prevailed everywhere, broken in between by wind whispering through the branches of trees and shrill calling of night birds . Suddenly sound of hoofs could be heard at a distance. Silhouettes of horses are found piercing the darkness forward. The horse riders' heads are ensconced in helmets with aventails covering lower halves of their faces, necks and shoulders; metal coats are draped around their robust torsos, spears held in hands, shields tied to their backs, swords dangle from their waist girdles. The army rode past leaving a trail of thick cloud of dust behind, which further reduced visibility. 'How far away have we travelled from Pataliputra?' One of the soldiers askedThe Amber fort
1st Century, 57 BCE: Forest area near Ujjain, Madhya Pradesh, IndiaAs soon as Pataliputra's special regiment entered the forest a heavy storm broke-in. Soon water started pouring down through the canopy of branches and leaves of trees. Visibility got constrained to only occassional outbursts of lightening, with the raging of thunder. The army got scattered in no time. Suddenly the growl of a beast could be heard from a distance. In a matter of minutes the growl approached near, followed by splashing of water from puddles made into the clayey ground . The lightning showed tall grasses swaying in front of a soldier. The next moment something threw him down from the horse-seat and pulled him inside the bushes. A blood-curdling scream ran from one end of the forest to another. 'What was that? Hey can anyone hear me?' A soldier shouted.'Stay still wherever you are brother' .Someone shouted back from a distance.The animal was approaching them stealthily. Everyone took position with the