A Day Out Suspense

Mahindra Scorpio S3 2WD 7STR as told to us by the doctor is currently running over National Highway 127D… Rangia, Assam. I, doctor and the cook are out of service today. We decided our lunch in Maa Laho Priya Dhaba, Rangia. I love this thought of eating out and you? At around 2 pm, the telephone at BCIA rang, “torong…trong” “Its Tony at your service…” “Hello Sir, I am Mr. Raman Pratap of Nagaon, I have a case to discuss, it is quite essential to converse it with you, and so can I met you today at around 9pm at your office sir?” “Definitely yes Mr. But from your accent I can clearly tell that you are not from Nagaon, please don’t try to hide your identity sir, we are on our legal service”. No sooner the villager could reply the network scattered and there was no more interaction between them until 9:05pm at the BCIA.

After lunch our uncle drove the car back to Guwahati when a got a appeal from the front office of the English Daily, ‘The Assam Tribune’ which had summoned me to their Editor’s bureau. Actually there was some historic blunder in my article or perhaps it was a political matter as the atmosphere was in an election mood. Uncle drove to Chandmari and drifted the SUV in front of the main entrance which was looking no good than the car of a Tollywood Villain. AS01DK0007 as our car read was an ordinary car. I hope you know that secret people seem to be ordinary!

Back there at the BCIA Tony was having a nice gossip with the complainer. Complainer said, “I belong to Rajasthan’s Pink city. My family embraces of my spouse, my three youngsters two of which are sons, my grey old mother and our maid. I have a store here at Kahilipara and I earn handsome amount every day. My life was employed quite well until when…” Interrupting him Tony enquired the man with a leather coat, muffler, brown trousers and a smart French cut beard if he was living in rent and if his family was with him, to which the man answered in affirmative.

The cook was a self-centred man. He was habituated to smoking and wine which our uncle did not adored. In the editor’s room I had a fecund conversation with this fat but decent mannered man. Actually the problem was with another person whose name is also Hrishikesh Goswami, so it was not my business. It so happened that around 6pm there was a murder at Kahilipara, street no 5A bylane 3, house no 63. The crime was committed by a member of the Tiger club, which I hope you don’t know much about. But for me it was obligatory to know why the person was killed and what was the actual motive behind killing that innocent looking girl. The girl was the fiancée of Mr. Nath who lived at 4 MC Road, Guwahati Club. I drove there alone leaving doctor and the cook fighting over cigarette and wine.

While at the BCIA Tony said “Sir I am eager to know more about it, please tell me what transpired after that…?” “Yes sir, one day an old man of 67 came to me with a proposal. He wanted to sell his land to me for Rs. 1, 00,000. The very next day I went to the address and found that the plot was already sold so I resumed disappointed. But on my way back what I saw fascinated me sir.” “Please continue Mr. Pratap” “Yes sir, as I was returning it was almost 5pm and on my way I saw a girl being robbed off her jewellery and from nowhere that 67 years old appeared and wagered the two black and blue. Little did I realise that old one could ever fight so when I enquired he told me that he was an ITF Black belt holder and had won many street fights. The girl was none other but his daughter…” “After that what happened Mr?” Tony enquired.

I jumped out of my SUV and knocked Nath’s Flat’s door. To which an old lady, probably Nath’s momma opened it. I was afraid to know that Nath was not even aware of this fact so my first one hour went in trying to make him discreet and calm so that I can interrogate properly and publish an edifying article this time.