Chapter 9

Shrikant pursed his lips thoughtfully. Having visited the village and speaking to the people filled his mind with questions. Several things flashed around in his mind. Lalu’s wristwatch and aftershave, the fishing net, Shuddho’s absence on the night of the fire all formed a story waiting to be tied up. However, he needed the thread to do so. A picture that was vaguely forming in his mind, awaited completion. Unfortunately, he was unable to shed adequate light on it to make it look sharper. Shrikant knew he was missing something…

Chapter 8

Shuddho walked briskly through the forest path rubbing his hands partly in excitement and partly to ward off the chill. It was post sunset and darkness had settled down comfortably over the surroundings. The crickets had started their orchestra and the occasional screeching of the owl or the howl of the fox nearby, added to the symphony. Suddho, however, was oblivious to all these. His mind was rife with the exciting news he had just received. There was a possibility of another Rhino hunt and he was again appointed as…

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 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,…