The Barua household had been bustling with activity for the last seven days. Sri Gopal Barua, the head clerk of the Government Boys Secondary School, was having his school friend over for lunch on Sunday afternoon. His friend was none other than Sri Kundan Deka, an officer in the Indian Forest Service, who had just been posted to Tinsukia, Gopal’s town, as the Divisional Forest Officer. Both had left the village of Borpeta in Nalbari district some twenty years ago and now destiny had brought them together again. No one was happier than Gopal Babu, as he was popularly addressed, at this wonderful fortuity. He had kept track of Kundan’s career on his yearly visits home during Magh Bihu, and news of his friend’s gradual rise in his career had always filled him with pride. ‘In the class of fifty boys, the two of us were inseparable, you see, and…
Warm golden rays of the sun gently filtered through the branches of the majestic banyan tree, making the leaves look like mystical filigree fireflies.…
The wind blew in a symphony, rustling the leaves in the trees, making the silver sheet on the lake’s surface shiver with its caressing…
A silent house sat there, full of people who did not hear each other, so the house was silent It also felt empty, as…
