Taking a sip from the freshly brewed makaibari tea Prasad had just served him, Lebuda glanced on the day’s paper. It had been a week since his last case, and he was feeling bored. Patesh had called him up last night to enquire about his health.
“Bhalo achi re….”, he had replied.
Physically there wasn’t a problem with him. But he missed those days of hectic activities when the three of them- Mohanlal Babu in tow, would scout the country running behind a clue or an an unknown perpetrator.
Cases were still aplenty- he couldn’t complain on that count. The loss of faith in the local police department meant more people had flocked to him in the recent past to get their problems solved. The men in uniform were more busy protecting the people in white.
He tried to immerse himself in work as much as he could…
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