Hold Your Step Dear Traveler…–Michael Madhusudan Dutta
Cont'd... “I have heard lot about you, Mr. Bakshi…” Mr. Malhotra said greeting the detective at his table. “I may be late…apology for that…” Bakshi said while taking the seat. “A gentleman policeman…or you just playing that game of good cop till I help you…like we have in the cinemas…” Mr. Malhotra asked lighting a... Continue Reading →
Cont'd... “Sir, are you surprised to find me am not surprised by your surprise visit to my school…” Khurana asked. Bakshi was wondering on his next words as he knew there were no one who could surpass his surprise or irritation when the police or investigating officer visit him or her. And that too all... Continue Reading →
Cont'd... Anna looked at her daughter. Being a teen she might be having some issues like any other girl of her age should have. And she was not the type of mother who would overlook her daughter’s concern and issues, and would pass verdict or would order her wishes. She tried to talk with her... Continue Reading →
Cont'd... “I can also recollect now, Sir…her hands were cold that day…much colder than other days…like it had been dipped and taken out of chilled water…and…she also holds my hand while leaving me to the door…and at that moment, while she holds my hand, I smelt that odor…smell of blood…” Khurana said after a pause.... Continue Reading →
Cont'd... “Sir,how many times do I have to say you—I…don’t…know…anything…” Bakshilooked up from the crime photos. The man who was sitting in front of himcouldn’t be frame as murderer or cannot be charge as the murderer. His dis-abilityto see or watch put him under the special case—yes, he’s a blind person and theonly alleged witness... Continue Reading →
Cont'd... Nayan looked up from the manuscript and looked at him. Many questions were running into her mind. “Are all those lore or stories or truth…” she asked self. “Don’t think so much…”, he said in soft voice, not looking at her. He had lied on his back putting his legs up on the opposite... Continue Reading →
Cont'd... A small crowd of the children had gathered at the garden. At first it was decided the sitting room would be a fine location, but, with time it was found the living room will not be enough. Annapurna, thus, locked the door to her pickle kitchen to bar the trespasser and greet everyone... Continue Reading →
Cont'd... Next morning, as the dawn break, Annapurna walked towards her kitchen and found it was under lock. The sturdy door was in the grasp of a strong metal chain arrange from one corner to other making a tilted cross. Doctor Khastogir at first tried to hide the key saying he couldn’t remember where he... Continue Reading →
Cont'd... The sun had moved to the west. It would not set sooner. The mountain had though become the stage to play the routine end-of-the-day shadow story. Annapurna pushed her swing a little to see this play. The train had left late that morning. He, Major Kedarnath, had left that morning. The sign of there... Continue Reading →
