Chapter 7

The next morning, Shrikant woke with a searing pain in his ankle. He propped up his leg on the pillow and was reaching down to apply the cold press that Moni da had given him when he heard the knock on the door. Shrikant limped across to open the door to find Moni da standing outside with an anxious look. “How are you feeling today sir?” he asked Shrikant “Better” said Shrikant weakly. “But you don’t look so Sir?” said Moni da peering down to look at his ankle. “It…

Chapter 5

Lunch at the forest resort was a simple but delicious affair. It consisted of fresh vegetables from the local market, a serving of lentils and wholesome wild fowl curry all cooked in authentic Bengali style. Moni da, Shuddho’s boss and the Resort’s caretaker cum manager, had taken great effort to ensure that Shrikant would have no reason to complain. Not used to such hospitality, Shrikant was feeling a bit awkward at all the attention he was getting. After lunch he called up Surabhi to inform her that he had reached…

Chapter 4

The 13149 DN Kanchankanya Express left the Sealdah station for New Alipurduar Junction at precisely 20.30 hrs. Shrikant sat next to the window reading the English daily he held in his hands. He shook his head with a knowing smile as his eyes scanned the news article which appeared under the big bold headlines that read: “Forest Fire Rages in North Bengal destroys village. Elephant rampage adds to the mayhem”.He had just finished his dinner which had been a sumptuous meal of chapati and vegetable curry prepared lovingly by his…

Chapter 3

The night was unbearably sultry. Matongini tossed and turned in her mat as she found it impossible to sleep. After several attempts when she realised sleep would continue to evade her she came out of her room to sit on the balcony outside her house. This was her sole possession in the world. Other than Shuddho, Amodini and this small two-storied enclosure, there was nothing else that she could call her own. The house comprised a slanting tin roof covering two small rooms that were encased within walls of thick…

Chapter 2

Amodini, oblivious to Matongini’s concerns, was busy in her own world. It was a simple, carefree and happy world. She nestled cozily in the gnarled cradles of the Chalta[1] trees that grew abundantly in the green thickets of the Chilapata forests and felt peace pervade her being. She noticed the beautiful mosaic of dried Sal leaves on the damp forest floor and reveled in its beauty. She lay on her back facing the blue sky above and watched with boundless glee as the branches, tired from bearing plump ripened fruits,…