Friday, May 10, 2019

BRAVE HEARTS

     It was mid morning when the telephone in the Office Room of the Oni Boys Middle School, in the village of Oni, Odisha, rang. The superintendent of the office room ran to class number 4 where the Headmistress was taking up Mathematics Class for the class 8th students.
"Madam you'll be getting a call from the Educational Department in another five minutes time," she announced as she entered the class.
As Mrs. Leela Sahu, the Headmistress started towards the office, in no time did a paper rocket zoom across the class room and hit a student. The murmuring of the students sounded like the room was infested with bees. They were all excited on receiving the unexpected short break. Mrs. Sahu trotted towards her chamber and as she entered, the phone on her table rang. The Block Educational Officer's visit was scheduled for the next day.

     Mrs. Sahu, a short plump dark skinned woman was a very efficient Social Worker in her younger days. She had worked tirelessly for the upliftment of the living standards of some of the villages in the state of Odisha. Her efforts had lead to the construction of primary schools; had seen to the development of cottage industries; promoted women employment and education; and now that she was in her late 50s was running a Middle School for boys in the thriving village of Oni. Her intentions and work were good and noble; but her only draw back was her bad temper. So much so the school staff would wonder how her family members got along with an ill tempered lady like her. But people did not realise that it was her hot temper and fierce nature that got most of her work done. It was her nature that kept her and the boys school alive in the village of Oni.

     The Oni Boys Middle School had been successfully working since the past 8 years. There was a time when the school had housed 300 students. But after 6 years of functioning the number dwindled down to 225. The reasons for the decline in the number are extremely grave and will be revealed to the readers eventually. Now with only 225 students in it the school took great care to expose these children from poor background to various academic areas in its limited capacity. Children who could afford to pay the fees and were interested in pursuing their studies took the trouble of reaching the school every morning. The school also had scholarship facilities. Children coming from other villages mainly traveled by foot or by ferry. Many of them had to travel through the forest as that was the shortest route to the school. Fortunately for many years there had been no sightings of man-eaters prowling around in the day time, except for foxes and deer running, monkeys swinging on trees and snakes slithering by. There were times when a few young dare devils had managed to enter the forest at night, but after a while they would run back to the village in a super sonic speed out of fright claiming that they had encountered ghosts and other wild beasts. So walking through the forest at night was forbidden.

     Off late the only demons that had inhabited the forest were the militants. The militants had spread terror in Oni and some of the other villages close by. Two years ago two of the boys who had headed towards school from their village never reached the school nor their home. The forest was well searched, the villages as well; and their photos were put up practically everywhere. No dead bodies were discovered anywhere that resembled the boys. It looked like they had vanished into the thin air. Theories invented by the villagers on the missing boys were going around the village and far. Some assumed that they must have been eaten by a maneater; and some others thought it must be the ghosts dwelling in the forest that must have taken them away. It had remained a mystery for quite a long time and the mystery was unveiled 6 months ago.

     Now that the militants had terrorised the villagers, there were army personals posted in every village and around the forest. Soldiers walking along with the children were a common sight. The parents had much faith in the armed soldiers and hence let their children go to school everyday. Any government officials how ever small their cadre, would be accompanied by the army personals once they entered their territory and at times starting from the city. The other visitors to the villages were watched vigilantly. Apart from the absconding children, there had been no terror scaring the villagers ever since the army took guard. For which the villagers were much grateful to them.

     Mrs. Sahu got the documents and other records ready to be scrutinised by the Block Educational Officer. The day of their arrival, the office staff were getting everything ready in a haste while the Headmistress had gone to receive Mrs. Jaya Singh and Mr. Dilip Mohanty. They were accompanied by the very able, efficient and experienced  Police Officer Ruchi Roa. The Educational Officers not being very keen on staying in the village for long hours started their work as soon as they got off the car. They were aware of the traumas of the past that the village had faced and hence wanted to see themselves alive and back in the city before sunset. Mrs. Sahu welcomed the trio very heartily and they reciprocated the same. They started their work by visiting the class rooms where the classes were on. As soon as they entered a class room the students who were seated stood up in respect.
When the Officers, Headmistress and the class teacher were busy conversing, the Police Officer moved around the class room visually scanning students randomly and looking outside the windows every now and then. She was aware of the boys glaring at her and their cross talk. She ignored them. Moreover she wasn't permitted to accompany the Educational Officers when they were at work. Her only priority was the safety of the school and the villagers. So she gently excused herself from the Officers and the Headmistress, giving the reason that she would be out in the village and will be back by the time they were done with their work. The students gaze followed her, which was immediately drawn by the Headmistress's greeting the students. The very stern Police Officer Ruchi Roa had served for 8 years in the Police Department. She had an athletic built. Her short hair, neatly ironed uniform and her every stride gave her the look of an army personal. There had been times when she was a part of the civilian rescue operation, of which her arms bore the scars that she wore proudly like the badges awarded to her. 

     Once the Officers were done with the class inspection, they moved towards the Headmistress's chamber to examine the records and documents. They came across the clippings of the encounter with the militants that were from the news papers and magazines.
"It was horrendous what your students and staff went through," Mrs. Singh told apologetically to the Headmistress.
"It was a sheer stroke of bad luck!" she responded.
"You are a brave woman Mrs. Sahu, so are your students and staff. It is impressive that the school has been functioning so well inspite of the traumas that all of you have under gone", Mr. Mohanty put in a word of appreciation.
"Its all God's grace," said Mrs. Sahu.
"We have read about the atrocious events the village folk have faced. Mrs. Sahu I am sure you have a lot more to let us know apart from what we have heard and read. Would you be comfortable revealing them to us? Probably the Educational Department would be able to help not just your school but the schools in the other villages and at the same time would learn from the events", courteously requested Mrs. Singh.

     Mrs. Sahu willingly narrated the occurrences that revealed the treachery and insubordination of the militants; and the valor and sacrifice of the army personals.
"It all started three years ago when Moti the office assistant brought along with him Billu to the school; as there was an opening for the post of  the Office Assistant. You know how the villagers are, they don't stick to a job for a long time. Hence almost every year or once in two years, new staff was recruited."
Not all could tolerate Mrs. Sahu's temper. Some of the staff left the job out of fright. Some of them stormed out of the office in anger. Moreover in a male dominated society, no man would like to be chided by a woman, leave alone work under her. Who would want to be trapped in a cage with a fierce lioness in it?! The villagers being uncivilized would take the liberty to commit mistakes very often in spite of correcting them again and again. Mrs. Sahu would thunder with rage at their frequent follies. For her hotheadedness she had managed to earn the nick names such as the Lioness, the Ogress, the Monster and the Devil. She herself was quite aware of this, but chose to keep mum. It was Moti alone through his sheer wit and tact stuck to his job all these years. He believed that 'a known devil was better than the unknown angel'. Moreover Mrs. Sahu's motherly instincts approached Moti with a lot of love and concern as he was the youngest staff member.

     "It's only Moti who has been working for the school ever since its inception." Continued Mrs. Sahu, "He has studied up till 10th class. He had wished to go to the city and work, but the presence of his mentally challenged younger sister held him back. Four years ago his parents passed away as they had fallen victims to a rare kind of illness. So now he is the only bread winner..." As the Headmistress ended her sentence, Moti emerged at the door carrying a food tray which contained tea and savouries for the three of them. He was introduced to the officers by the Headmistress; to which Moti wished them, "Namaste!(Meaning: I bow down to you)", and quitely left the room.

     As the Officers sipped on the tea and relished the eatables, Mrs. Sahu continued, "So one day Moti brought Billu to my office. As I spoke to Billu, let me know that he had come to the village in search of a job. He didn't intend to work in the city as it was very far away from his village where his aged parents lived and earned their living through farming. He being ambitious decided to earn his living through a different means. He had earlier worked as a truck driver to a rich farmer in his village. But the work was seasonal and moreover his kind Master died. Billu didn't like to work under anyone else after the passing away of the farmer and hence had come to the village of Oni. I decided to observe him for a week and then take a decision to hire him permanently or not. A weeks probationary period you see. He proved to be very promising. He was a hard working young man who was in his early 30's, was extremely jovial, friendly, intelligent and smart. He dressed in simple pant and shirt; had a bright smiling face but his hair was unkept most of the time. The students liked him to an extent that they considered him as one among them. That young man had won our hearts in no time." As the last words trailed away there was a feeling of sadness that passed over Mrs. Sahu's face, and her eyes had welled with tears. Noticing this change in her the officers exchanged looks.
"Madam, it is okay if you don't want to continue, we can understand you have gone through very bad times and have lost trusted people," immediately came Mrs. Sing's consoling words.
"I have never revealed the nightmares that we have faced to anybody in such detail. I don't mind sharing it with both of you as we know each other since a long time. Please ignore my tears," said the headmistress blowing her nose.
"Billu lived in our village as a paying guest...," proceeded Mrs. Sahu, "...it seems there were three other boys living with him in his room and they were all from different villages perusing different professions. The land owner did not seem to have any problem with them either. Billu would normally go to his village on Saturday evenings or on holidays. He and his room mates would sometimes walk along with the students through the forest and take a route leading to their villages. They would return to school on Monday mornings by the same route. The students were thrilled by their company." 

     "One day Moti came to me excited and was all smiles. In hush tones he let me know that Billu was in love. I was happy for Billu. He was anyways of a marriageable age you see. When I further enquired about it and who the girl was, he let me know that one evening when he was walking back home with Billu, he saw a young lady who was dressed in long skirts with a shawl around her head walk in the opposite direction at a distance. Her face wasn't visible entirely. But she entered the cross road to her right. Moti and Billu walked straight past the cross road. They came across the forked street that each lead to their home. Both bid good night to each other and entered their respective street. It so happened that Moti had forgotten to ask Billu something. So when he returned to the spot where they had parted, Moti saw Billu running into the cross road where the young lady had entered. Since it was late in the evening and the sky was nearly dark the streets of the village were deserted. Moti silently followed him as he was curious what Billu was up to. It seems Billu entered the premises of a wheat mill which was closed for the day to meet the young lady whom they had passed by a few minutes ago. As Moti couldn't see them he went closer and could hear them talking hurriedly in whispers. As he didn't want to get caught spying on them he moved away from there. Moti didn't speak about this event with Billu as he was not sure as to what was going on. But during two different occasions Moti acccidently spotted Billu and the girl together at night once at the mechanics garage, where the girl handed over a tiffin box and then near the forest where she handed over a huge bouquet of forest flowers. As Moti considered me like his mother, he pleaded with me not to mention his name if I ever discussed this matter with anyone. We were very happy for Billu."

     "The mother in me one day summoned Billu to my office, to which he immediately and happily came.

"How are you Billu? How have you been finding the job?" I asked him.
"I am fine Madam and I like my job. Why did you call me?" 
"It looks like you have been doing good in every way." I complemented him.
"It is all god's grace Madam and yours as well." He responded happily.
"But there has been some news going around the village about you off late." I teased him. At which his face tensed immediately. "It seems you have been seeing a girl every now and then." At this comment I glimpsed fear on his face for a moment which was in no time replaced by rage that I had not seen in him before.
"Madam what do you mean the news is all over the village and who is that bastard who let you know of this?" he roared.
I was taken aback on seeing him filled with anger. It looked like he would cut me into pieces that very instant.
"Hey relax. Why do you get angry? We are actually happy for you. I think this is the right age for you to get married. I hope your parents know about the affair. Who is this girl and where is she from? I brought this up as I am concerned about you."
It looked like his anger had reduced, but he was still disturbed and was by then intensely pondering about what I had said.
He then calmly replied. "I will let you know all about her when the time is right."
"Okey, you take care of yourself, In case you need any help regarding this you can always approach me." I put in a word of assurance to him. He left the room immediatly without a word. After that day Moti never saw Billu with the girl ever again. Surprisingly nor did Billu take the trouble of inquiring about it with Moti."

     "It was during this time that Raju and Shyam the boys from the 8th class went missing as they were coming to school through the forest. I got the shocking news the next day of their disappearance. It was Billu who came running into my room out of breath and spilled the news to me. He was in a lot of emotional pain as he liked the boys a lot and they treated him like their friend. The police from the village where the boys lived and from Oni started investigating the next day of their disappearance. They took the trouble of visiting the other villages that were close by as well. As the boys were from our school I was there at the police station at the police officers beck and call. Either Billu or Moti would drive me to the police station. The Police even managed to question Raju and Shyam's close friends and classmates as well".

     "Our school was in need of teachers. Not many people were ready to aquire a job in a school located in a far away village like Oni. Those who applied for the teachers job were not all good. So I was looking for a suitable candidate for the Teacher's post for the 8th and the 7th class. It's not like we didn't have teachers, we did, but I thought an extra hand would ease matters considerably for the rest of the Teachers. It seemed like God's grace that Venu walked into my office one fine morning." 
As Mrs. Sahu narrated this episode, she had a loving smile on her face. "Venu was in his mid 30's. I learnt that he had come to the village about four months ago along with his younger sister. He was a tall dark man with an athletic built; had a deadly gash across his face, which made his already stern face look fierce; had extremely short hair like there was hardly any on his head; well shaven chin and always appeared in smart plain clothes. He proved to be a very hard working man, worked dutifully and was extremely reserved, but was very observant. It looked like Billu didn't have a liking for Venu and they seemed to be at logger heads. But our Moti got along well with practically everybody. The students were scared of Venu by his very looks and so maintained a distance from him when they were outside the class. Venu was a conduct police to the students. He had caught children smoking beedies and cigarettes and had chided them. Fights between the students in the campus would come to an abrupt halt at the very sight of Venu. He proved to be a good Mathematics Teacher. The senior staff members always appreciated his good work as a teacher." 

     Now the Headmistress continued with a sigh, "Two months passed and there was no news of the missing boys. One morning Moti rushed into my office with yet another unfavorable news. He hurriedly let me know that two boys who were farmers at Oni had gone missing. They were absconding since two nights. It seems two days ago the boys had set out to the village of Kali which is located on the other side of the forest, and never returned. They were not the students of our school. The police were on high alert and wanted to leave no stone unturned; so they visited the school once again, spoke to me and they even enquired with the students about the missing farmers. It was then that I learnt that boys from Oni and the other villages have been going missing ever since the boys from the Oni Boys Middle School were reported absconding. It was believed that this must be the work of the militants."

     "It was during this time that Venu came to my office bringing forth the concerns of his sister, Tulsi," told Mrs. Sahu with a kind smile on her face. "He said that she was married and her husband was very abusive. She being a poor woman tolerated the physical pain meted out on her every single day. As Venu couldn't bear seeing this he brought her away to Oni along with him. She used to keep herself occupied by helping the women in the Cottage Industry in his absence. He asked me if she could be helped by giving her a job in the school as the English Teacher's post was still vacant.
I considered it for a moment but was sceptical about hiring a lady considering the attitude of the teachers as they were no women among them. 
I said, "no Venu, I don't think we would want a woman at present. Perhaps we could have considered if it were a man."
"Madam, her work is as good as a man's... more over she is a well educated lady."
"No Venu..."
Venu interrupted at once, "A good change will help her recover from her traumatic past. Please meet her Madam and then take a decision," told Venu beseechingly.
My heart always melts for women in trouble and I finally agreed to meet her."

     "The jingle from the anklets were loud and clear and that was enough to harp her arrival. Tulsi walked into my office along with her brother with her head bowed and was covered with a floral printed shawl. She was dressed in a salwar kameez. The scars of the wounds on her arms were quite visible. "Madam this is my sister, Tulsi," said Venu introducing me to his sister who was a tall, fair, athletic built and a handsome lady who had no resemblance to her fierce looking brother in any manner. 
"Namaste Madam!" she greeted me.
"Do you think you will be able to work in a boys school?" I asked her.
"As long as I am not tortured and my life is spared I can work any where," she replied meekly. 
Seeing her plight and her innocence, my heart went out for her. After a few minutes of talk, I decided to hire her for the post of English Teacher." 

     With a sigh the Headmistress continued, "In the initial days I found her to be lethargic as she used to come to work at her free will and return home early as soon as she was done with her class.  I found this attitude annoying. More over the other Teachers had started complaining of her irregularity.
'Why can't she follow a system of conduct like the rest of the staff? Did I make a mistake by hiring her?!' I wondered.
None the less, she was a good teacher. 
Billu had tried convincing me to let go of Tulsi, saying that he had seen her talking to the army men in the village a couple of times. That was something which none of the others witnessed and nor did I. Anyways, it was a known fact that Billu and Venu were at logger heads and now with Venu's sister around, Billu was obviously irritated. But still I decided to warn the young lady.
"Tulsi, I have every intention of transferring you to the Cottage Industry. You can help the women there at your convenience. You coming to the school at your own sweet time will not help. You have been teaching well, no doubt, but your casual behavior sets a bad example to the staff working with you. Let me know if you can come to work and leave on time. We already have enough of people working for our school. I took pity on you and hired you. Is this the way you repay back? How outrageous!" I growled at her one morning. 
She stood in front of me with her head bent and her eyes down cast. 
She finally blurted out with a meek voice "I'll be on time for work Madam. It's just that I have been having some pending work to complete at the Cottage Industry. 
After this episode she arrived and left on time. But once in a while would leave home early. She seemed to be a nice lady who would work hard, but was very fierce if the students tried to behave naughty. Like brother was sister."

     "After the boys of Oni went missing, in a week's time the village witnessed army personals riding in their vehicles into the village. There was news that the militants were spotted in the near by villages. They had been terrorizing the villagers with their demands and recruiting young boys into their group. We were informed that they had already waded into the village of Oni and there was also a possibility for them to have inhabited the forest. We were told that any kind of suspicious activities should be brought to the notice of the army personals or the village police. It was made clear that the objective of the militant group was to root out all illegal immigrants living in the villages of Odisha. Fortunately there was no sign of chaos and peace pervaded in our village until then."

     "The army personals often walked the students through the forest till their village and the other areas while they had a hawks eye on the area that they traded. There didn't seem to be any missing cases reported ever since the army personals arrival. But sadly the missing boys were never found. That was quite intriguing. For about four months everything in the village went well. It was the yearly picnic day at the school. It was a part of the academics to take the children to the city market; the city museum; the places of worship and the amusement park. The picnic was arranged for the 8th class students to the city museum and the city market. The following week it was the turn of the 7th class students to places of worship and the amusement park. On the day of the picnic the 8th class students were excited and jostled into the picnic bus. They were accompanied by Mr. Tyagraj Mishra the Senior Teacher, Venu and Billu. In addition two soldiers volunteered to tag along for security reasons. It was that day that a whole lot of atrocious events took place. Mr Mishra was a part of that fateful day and probably he will be able to recount the events well."
The Headmistress summoned Mr. Mishra who was taking up a Science class and who was almost done with it. Dismissing the class for lunch he hurriedly ran towards the Headmistress's room to address the concern. When the Headmistress let him know why he was called, he thought, "Not Again!". Reluctantly he started recounting the heinous events that he had encountered to the Officers.

     Mr. Mishra said, "there was a lot of singing, fun and frolic as we were travelling. Master Venu and Billu also joined in the fun. But the soldiers kept a vigilant watch, one standing at the door and the other at the wind screen. Our first stop was at the museum."
The Mahanadi Museum was surrounded by lush greenery with every kind of flora and fauna grown around it. Small sized placards with words DO NOT PLUCK THE FLOWERS were placed near every flowering plant. The museum was a big building with only the ground floor and the first floor in it. The ground floor had the historic artifacts; the zoology section which had housed a stuffed animal area and the prehistoric section; the chemistry and the physics section was on the top floor.
"Master Venu's presence kept the boys well behaved at the museum." continued Mr. Mishra, "It was afternoon around 12 by the time we were coming down the staircase to move out of the museum. We heard the gun shots outside the building and soon there was a commotion in the street. Billu deemed it fit for all of us to move into the zoology department in particular into the stuffed animals section. Master Venu who was in the process of evaluating the situation mentally, played along with Billu. We caught a glimpse of the masked men running around the building holding sophisticated big guns and other ammunition. Being a week day there were no other visitors to the museum except for the students of Oni, the school staff and the two soldiers who stood outside the building. We could hear men running into the museum. A masked man with a gun in his hand came running to the stuffed animal section and pointing the gun towards us in a fierce voice asked everyone to sit down on the floor and not move or speak, if not everyone would meet our end soon. As this was happening three more masked men appeared at the door. We were all aware of the fact that we were at the mercy of the dreadful militants. All of a sudden there was the sound of bullets being fired and of a bomb explosion. The explosion shook the building. The children were scared and so was I; so much so some of the children started crying. We saw the militants running back from where they had come. While this was in play, Billu our children's hero ran towards the door. Immediately Master Venu ran after him. 
"You are not going anywhere," growled Master Venu. 
Some of the students asked them to return in hushed tones fearing for their life. We could see Master Venu had caught hold of Billu and Billu was fighting hard to free himself. All of a sudden we saw Master Venu pointing a pistol at Billu. We were all shocked as to what was happening. I didn't expect this and nor did the children. I asked the children to keep quite. I didn't have the courage to interfere as I had no idea what the consequences would be and was also scared for the children's lives. Billu stood in front of Master Venu not in fright but mentally planning how to trick him as to escape.  It seemed like the one whom we thought was our friend turned out to be a foe. Pointing the gun at Billu, Master Venu bellowed at us, "Stay low and away from the window."   
At that very moment Billu had seized the opportunity and pulled out his revolver pointing at Master Venu. 
"Kill him Billu," shouted a student. 
By then we could hear the sounds of running boots towards our room. We were stunned as we saw bullets being sprayed at Master Venu and he did not let go of the chance to shoot a few bullets into Billu before collapsing on the floor. Billu made attempts to run and fell on the ground meeting his end. We were all petrified on witnessing the horrific events. Everything seemed to happen all of a sudden. The children had huddled together on the ground out of fright and were crying uncontrollably. I was so stunned on seeing how life could end in no time, that my mind had stopped working. Two of the masked men came at the door and scanned the room, "this will happen to you as well if you try to escape," said one of them and locked the room from outside blocking the view of the dead friend and a foe. We were all filled with dread as we were held hostages. A lot of our questions remained unanswered. There was no room to escape as the militants were practically everywhere." 

     "Bullets were being fired outside the museum and some of the bullets managed to whiz into the room and hit a few stuffed animals. Meanwhile the students prayed fervently for their dear life and for the commotion to stop. There were two more explosions heard, bullets being sprayed and men running up and down the staircase of the museum. We didn't dare to move from our place. It was getting dark and we once again heard the heavy booted footsteps. I asked the students to maintain pin drop silence as we didn't know what was in our fate this time. Once again men walked into the large room with guns in hand, but they were not masked. We realised they were the army personals. Very courteously they escorted all of us out of the building and into the army vehicle. As we moved out, we saw the bullets still stuck in the walls of the building; blood on the ground and walls; plants in the garden trampled, trees on fire being extinguished; dead bodies of the militants being carried away; wounded soldiers being nursed; and the picnic bus that was torched by the militants being extinguished by the fire fighters. After witnessing the dreadful events of the day we were finally relieved to be returning home alive and were in tears of joy. We conveyed our heartfelt gratitude to the soldiers. The two soldiers who had accompanied us in the morning were no where to be seen. Probably they were dead. It was night when all the sixty five students were brought back to the village. Their parents were waiting frantically and were overwhelmed on seeing their young ones safe and alive." As Mr. Mishra finished narrating, he wiped away his tears.

     The Educational Officers and the Headmistress conveyed their thanks to the brave and kind teacher. The Headmistress asked Mr. Mishra to stay back for lunch, which he kindly declined and moved out of the room. At the same time the Heaadmistress recived a call from the Police Officer Ruchi Roa saying that she will see them after an hour and that she will not be dining with them in the afternoon. The same was informed to the Educational Officers by the Headmistress after which lunch was ordered for the trio.
Mrs. Sahu resumed her narration, "While there was chaos and mayhem in the museum, some of the militants kept the villagers praying for their dear lives as they had infiltrated into the Cottage Industry at Oni. Unfortunately most of the soldiers had gone to the museum to fight the militants. I realised that during troubled times like these, God sends his savior. Our Tulsi who had gone to the Cottage Industry saw a masked militant and that too a lady hold a gun at an industry worker's head. The militant had back up from the other members of her group as well. It seems about ten men were in and around the building. The women workers were terrified and in tears. The few soldiers who were left behind in the village took action and attacked the militants. I was told that with sheer wit and courage our Tulsi pulled out a gun hidden in her garment and shot at the militant's wrist that held the gun. The lady militant did not expect this. The hostage villager fainted and fell down. Tulsi captured the lady militant who was  whining in pain and took control of the situation. Unfortunately the lady militant was quick in swallowing a cyanide capsule that was tied around her neck. She died on the spot. The women in the Industry were literally shaken." 

     "Our Tulsi turned out to be a Police Officer herself who was in disguise all the time, watching over the village. It was much later that I learnt that her late arrival to work and her early departure from school was all because she was tracking the militants. I feel guilty that I yelled at a friend and a savior for her leniency with her work at school, not realising she was no ordinary villager. But she being aware of what she had got into told me very kindly, "If I were in your place, I would have done the same. So please don't worry." She might look tough from the outside but has the best of human qualities within." By the time Mrs. Sahu finished her narration there was food brought by Moti.

     After a hearty meal, Mrs. Singh asked, "Tulsi turned out to be a Police Officer, that's very good, but I don't understand her relationship with the assassin Venu. What was that all about?"
Mrs. Sahu promptly replied, "I am still not done with my narration Mrs. Singh. After the horrendous events, we were asked to keep the school closed till the condition was brought under control and safe for the school to resume. It was closed for three months. When the school commenced, 73 students had dropped out of school as they lived in villages far away and were scared for their dear life. We decided not to have any picnics for the students for a long time. Two days after the attack, news about it in detail went up on the news paper. Our Head Teacher Mr. Mishra was helpful in revealing a lot about Billu and Venu's activities in school and the day of the attack. When I opened the newspaper to read about the tragic events and the deceit, I was shell shocked to see the photos of Billu and Venu in it. Under Billu's photo was the caption, 'Tiku Som aka Billu, Militant Master Mind of the Oni Village Operation'. Under Venu's photo was the caption 'Police Officer Altaf Nayak'. It was a sad revelation that we despised a friend and befriended an enemy. I still wonder what a strange world we live in! How do we trust anybody? The militants had planned to hold the children hostage. They were not Al Queda or the All Tripura Tiger Force, but the militants seemed to be a budding group and they were going around recruting young boys into their clan. It seems Venu had doubts about Billu from the beginning, said Tulsi. But Billu out smarted the Police and hence was not caught by them. Police Officers both Venu and Tulsi being brave hearts managed their work very efficiently. We are all very grateful to them." 

     "Moti was the one who was shaken the most as he was the one who had introduced Billu to the school. He felt very guilty for putting the entire school in danger. The Police squad put him through hours of interrogation. He was scared to death. The school staff knew he was innocent. He had gone into depression. Counselling for two months revived him to a great extent. He still has to get over his fears and anxieties. We were all worried for him and his sister. Moti is the only Office Assistant at present in our school as we did not muster the courage to hire anyone else. Even if we do, we shall consider those men who have been born and brought up in Oni for the job."

     The Headmistress further said, " It was revealed to us that Raju, Shyam and two other boys who had gone missing from the village had joined the militant group. During the encounter at the museum it seems Raju lost his life. The other children are still absconding.  The lady whom Moti had spotted a couple of times with Billu turned out to be the militant who was shot by Tulsi at the Cottage Industry. It seems she used to smuggle arms and ammunitions to Billu. And we mistook it for a love affair. Billu's room mates were also militants who had managed to brain wash a mechanic, a carpenter and the lorry driver in their place of employment. All of them have evaded the village. Billu's land owner out of fright has stopped renting out the room to outsiders." Heaving a long sad sigh, she resumed, "It is so sad that Billu kept every one in good humor and secretly recruited the children into his god foebidden gang. He turned out to be a traitor. But not many were fond of Venu. The man brought in discipline among the students by his very presence and imbibed good values in them. He sacrificed his life for us. He was a true friend." As Mrs. Sahu ended her sentence she pointed towards a garlanded framed photo that hung on the adjacent wall in her room. It bore the photograph of a serious face of a man with a gash across it, who was dressed in the prestigious police uniform. Looking at it she said with tears in her eyes, "My deep respect to our Venu, Police Officer Altaf Nayak."     

     As Mrs. Sahu wiped her tears Mr. Mohanty asked, "But Madam, why did Venu and Tulsi have to be in disguise?" 
"It's just that they didn't want the militants to know that they were spying on them. They didn't want to scare the villagers or anyone by disclosing their real identity. More over the militants had made their presence felt in some of the other villages by their ruthless behavior. The Police Officers had doubts that there was something vicious brewing within the village of Oni and as it had first surfaced by the school boys going missing, all doubts were cleared. Sadly the Police Department had a tough time capturing the Militant Master Mind inspite of him walking in front of them freely day in and day out. It was then that Venu and Tulsi were handed over the responsibility to look into the matter."  

     As the Headmistress finished her narration, Mrs. Singh asked, "Now when Venu is no more, where is Officer Tulsi?"
"Oh! She was deported to the city to handle less dangerous job. She was even awarded for her bravery. We are all proud of her! She has been..." 
At this moment there was a knock on the door and Police Officer Ruchi Rao entered the room. "Ready to leave officers?" she asked the Educational Officers. At this all the three stood up as the duo were ready to leave.
"Mrs. Sahu..." started the Police Officer, "...I was caught up with my work and hence couldn't be around. It looks like the village is safe at present. There have been no missing cases either in Oni or the surrounding villages. But please keep the army personnels informed in case you are to hire any new staff." With a sweet smile on her handsome face she continued, "I had my food at the Cottage Industry. Laxmi Didi went home and prepared my favourite sweet dish just for me; Dali and Hema prepared wheat bread and vegetable dish. The women complained that I should have let them know of my arrival in a day's advance. I feel blessed that I am loved so much and they still remember me."
To which Mrs. Sahu very lovingly put a hand on the Police Officer's shoulder and said, "How can our village forget our brave and much loved Tulsi? You have saved the life of those innocent women, for which we are all much grateful to you." Looking at Mrs. Singh she further says, "Here stands in front of you the answer to your question."

                                                    ***THE END***

Wednesday, May 8, 2019

TEASED

      When Srinivas returned to the Sun Set Point, the sun had already set. It was dark and all that was visible were the lamps lit in the arena and the half moon playing peek-a-boo amidst the thick clouds that were gliding fast in the night sky. The large crowd which had gathered during the day light in the area had drastically thinned down to a couple of people. He ran to the bench where he and Lata, his wife to be, spent the entire evening. Using the torch in his cell phone, he looked around the bench, under and over it, and also the length that they had walked back to the parking lot. But to his dismay he couldn't find the lost KEY. Where would he find the key in a place like Chennai? It would be a tedious task to find a lost key even if it were a village or even his back yard.

     Srinivas had always admired Lata's dimpled smile. But he was afraid that he would be soon seeing her disappointed face. Lata had already called him over the phone twice inquiring about the key. He worried as to what he would do now. There were two more months for their wedding and he didn't want to lose her to this small episode. It was quite obvious that every small mishappening snow balls into a big disaster eventually. Among the prospective brides that he had met for marriage in the past he had liked Lata the most.
     "Srinivas is an intelligent boy and a rank holder in Civil Engineering. He has absolutely no bad habits. Drinking and smoking are bad for health you see. Eerrr... the only thing that he is addicted to is painting. He is an excellent painter. One has to have a hobby in life you see. He is a very responsible boy. Can you imagine at the age of 27, with only four years of work experience, he is now handling a multi crore project!", and thus went on Srinivas's uncle proudly introducing, which seemed to look more so like bragging about his favorite nephew to Lata's parents, the first time Srinivas and his family had gone to see Lata seeking her hand in marriage.

     As it was an event where the bride, groom and their families were meeting for the first time, Lata appeared in front of them draped in a pink sarie around her fair and slim body. She walked with her eyes down cast carrying a food tray which had samosas and sweets. Srinivas's family looked at Lata who was only 24 years of age and their face lit up with joy. Immediately their eyes were all on Srinivas who was staring mesmarised by her looks. Looking at her rosy lips that were smiling a shy smile and here dimpled cheeks, his heart had skipped a beat. He realised he was being watched by the elders and dropped his gaze immediately. As she placed the tray on the table her gaze moved to the handsome Srinivas who sat with a downcast eyes with a smile that lingered under his well trimmed mustache. Her heart fluttered for a moment. For all the wooing by men that she had experienced in the past she was determined to take ample time to get to know the man she would wed.
     "Among the 3 children we have she is the only girl and the eldest. Our relatives dissuaded us from getting her educated further. They said that she might not find a suitable boy for marriage. But I was determined to give her the best in life. In another two years time she will be promoted to the post of a Professor from the Assistant Professor cadre that she now holds", said Lata's father proudly.

     The first time Srinivas spoke to Lata, he knew he had met his life partner. After four months of courting, they realised they shared a great chemistry. Both gave their consent for marriage to their respective family members. The wedding date was fixed and it was supposed to happen after two months. The wedding preparations were already in full gusto. The couple were looking for a rented house to live in after they were wed. Lata was successful in looking for a two bed room flat that was only five blocks away from the college where she worked, considering the fact that Srinivas had a bike to ride till his work place and that she could walk till hers everyday.

     It so happened that Mrs. Rekha the flat owner permitted Lata to have a look at the flat. Lata accompanied by her colleague and close friend Sheela went to have a look at the place. Mrs.Rekha an elderly lady in her late 60's was enthusiastic about showing the flat. It was on the fifth floor facing west. It was already late in the evening and all the three got to view the breath taking sun set from the balcony outside the master bed room. While exiting the flat Mrs. Rekha secured the front door and locked it, while the two young women discussed the pros and cons of living in the flat. It was at that moment Mrs. Rekha's phone rang. She gently asked Lata to hold the door key while she rummaged for the phone in her hand bag.It was a call from her husband asking her to return home immediately without wasting time, to attend a pressing matter urgently. Mrs. Rekha left the apartment in a haste bidding good bye to the young women. In the process she forgot to collect the key from Lata. It was only after she left did Lata find the key still clutched in her right fist. As Mrs. Rekha had already driven her car out of the apartment premises by the time Lata and Sheela came out of the building, Lata decided to return the key the following day.

     That night Lata called Srinivas to inform him of the unoccupied flat for rent. Surprisingly Lata found Srinivas's "Hello Sweetheart!" filled with excitement. SPARKS BUILDERS the company where Srinivas worked as a Civil Engineer handled multi crore assignments every year. They were employee friendly and took great care of their workers. Awards, picnics, parties and many more such events were a part of the work environment.
     Srinivas let Lata know that there was a buzz in the office that he was nominated for the 'Best Employee of the Year Award', "...moreover you know how much Mr. Antony trusts me and loves me", he said.
     She was proud of him. She then narrated her day's happenings and finally it was decided that they would meet at the Sun Set Point the next evening and before Srinivas could drop Lata home, they would return Mrs. Rekha's key.

     The next morning when Srinivas reached his work place, Mr. Antony the Managing Director of the Company summoned him into his lavish and well kept office. Mr. Antony happened to be one of the best senior employees the company could ever have. An elderly gentleman who was extremely serious regarding his work and the performance of the employees. The workers would avoid getting into his bad books at any cost and hence would work tirelessly. But other wise he was well known for his humane qualities. As SPARKS BUILDERS had a contract with Gupta Co. and Limited which was one of the best firms in the city. They had planned to build a commercial complex worth crores of rupees, hence a blue print was laid out by the builders and the testimonials of the same were drafted. All this and much more was shown to Srinivas and his team for a final detailed look as they had to make a presentation of the same when Mr. Gupta and his team arrives to finalize the deal. At the end of the day he stacked away the blue print and the rest of the documents safely away in a Locker. He was aware of the fact that Srinivas worked hard, was sincere, dutiful and trustworthy.
     Mr. Antony called him aside and let him know, "I would bestow a great responsibility on you. There is a possibility for me to leave town in a day or two. It's the project of the construction of the bridge in Kolkata that needs some urgent attention. During that period if Mr. Gupta drops by our office I want you and your team to make a good presentation. The needed documents are there in the Locker. I want no one tampering the documents or playing foul, it's not that I don't trust anyone here. As a precaution I leave the key in your safe hands. Take great care... Wish you good luck!" Srinivas accepted the key with much pride, assured the MD of safe keeping, shook hands with him and slipping the key into his trouser's pocket he walked out of the room.

     As it was a busy day for both Srinivas and Lata, they were relieved that they found themselves at the Sun Set Point perched on a bench. Our young Civil Engineer and Mr. Perfect, narrated joyfully and with much pride the days happenings to his Lady Love. He did not dare to move the prized possession, the Locker Key from his pocket. Our Assistant Professor and Ms. Charming let the Love of her Life know of the Flat that which she had had a look at the previous day. She innocently showed him the Flat Key which was still in her possession. Both of them started discussing about the Flat. Their conversation slowly proceeded towards making plans for staying in the Flat. In their excitement Srinivas playfully tied the key to the end of Lata's sari pallu calling her the Home Minister. She brandishing the end of her pallu acted like a daunting mistress of the house. By the end of it all both of them were in splits of laughter. Some of the passers by would have definitely wondered what the joke was all about. The couple made plans for their future and every now and then teased each other.

     They had lost track of time and the sun had set. The climate had started changing with cool breeze blowing, like the one that occurs before it rains. Thick black clouds had started forming. Srinivas was sure that it would rain any moment. Off late the climate had turned unpredictable. Hence both of them left immediately. They reached the parking lot and Srinivas mounted his bike. All his efforts in starting it went in vain. His concern was Lata's safety and started looking for an auto rickshaw. As the night was getting cooler, Lata had started shivering like a leaf.
     A Mercedes stopped near them, the gentleman at the driver's seat rolled down the window and asked, "want a lift?" Srinivas was happily surprised to see Mr. Antony. A short chat revealed that they were travelling the opposite direction. The very fatherly Mr. Antony realised that the young lady was shivering. He handed his coat to Lata and after much refusal she obliged to accept his favor.
     He looked at Srinivas and said, "Hand it over to me in the office and dont take the trouble to get it washed. I'll get it done myself."
     "Yes Sir. Thank you" was his reply.
     With this Mr. Antony rolled up the window of his car and drove away. The couple were lucky to get an auto rickshaw and they hurriedly left. As the rickshaw was approaching Lata's house, she remembered the Key that had to be returned to Mrs. Rekha. She looked into her purse for the key, but it wasn't there. She finally over turned the contents of her hand bag and was astonished to find the Key missing.
     "Where is it Srinivas?" she squeeked in panic.
Srinivas was equally confused. He searched his pockets, his bag and wallet but couldn't find it. Both of them tried to remember where it must have got misplaced or if it were flung far away in their playfulness, but they couldn't come to a conclusion.
     "Lucky Mrs. Rekha has still not contacted me enquiring about the key. What if she does, what do I tell her?" panicked Lata.
     "I'll head back to the Sunset Point and look for it. Luckily it has not yet started raining. False alarm I suppose," assured Srinivas.
     By then they had stopped in front of Lata's house. She got out of the rickshaw, handed over Mr. Antony's coat to Srinivas and bid him a good night.

     Srinivas immediately returned to the Sun Set Point in the same auto rickshaw. After a thorough search in the arena, Srinivas couldn't locate the key. By then Lata had called him twice enquiring about the same. But he didn't have a satisfying answer to her questions. Finally he assured her that he would scan the area first thing in the morning. He remembered that his bike was parked in the parking lot and relaised that it wouldn't start. He managed to push it all the way till the petrol bunk. Fortunately there was a mechanic who managed to set it right in no time. Wearing Mr. Antony's coat he started towards his home.

     About three blocks away from his house he heard a whistle being blown continuously and "STOP, STOP, STOP" being bellowed after him. He was shocked to see a group of police men running towards him. He then realised that he was so absorbed in thinking about the day's happenings that he had not noticed the 'NO ENTRY' sign board which had been recently put up at the entrance of the street. The police threatened to arrest him for tress passing in spite of the sign board that was very visible, which indicates that he was up to no good.
     Srinivas pleaded innocent. With a sense of fear and dejection he thought, "This is not happening to me. What more awaits!?! This is not my day!"
     He later learnt that there was a political protest march in the area and violence could erupt any time. Because of which there was a diversion in the traffic. Hence the security was on high alert. The police didn't want to take any risk and wanted to clear all doubts. They checked Srinivas's vehicle, bag and even his pockets. He had to empty the contents of his pockets on to the dash board of the police car which he did with much hesitation. Mrs. Rekha's Key was already missing and now he was in no mind to see his office Locker Key vanish. His eyes were all the time secured on the Key. Once he was cleared of all allegations he was permitted to leave. He immediately moved the things that were on the dash board into Mr. Antony's coat pocket in a hurry. He left the place as fast as he could and reached the secure confines of his home.

     "NEED TO DISCUSS A NEW PROJECT. COME TO WORK AS SOON AS POSSIBLE." read the message by Mr. Antony which was sent to Srinivas early in the morning.
The events of the previous day took a toll on Srinivas's mind because of which he had a disturbed sleep at night. He woke up later than the usual time in the morning. In a hurry he emptied the contents of Mr. Antony's coat pocket into his trouser pocket and rushed to the office. By then Mr. Antony was already at his desk. Srinivas returned the coat to Mr. Antony with a "Thank You!" When he went to hang the coat on the coat stand he spotted a lighter colour coat already hanging on the stand. He guessed it was the one his MD wore to he office that day.
     "I had to postpone my trip to Kolkata by two days as I need to look into this new project from Delhi." Saying this Mr. Antony started discussing the project with Srinivas for two long hours. After which Srinivas left to attend to his on sight work along with his team. In the process his plans to visit the Sun Set Point slipped out of his mind completely.

     Lata anxiously waited for the news about the Flat Key from Srinivas. It was mid morning already and she could wait no longer. She calls Srinivas who was so absorbed in his work that as soon as he saw Lata's name on this phone, it felt like he was instantly transported to the Sun Set Point.
     "I got held up at work", when he replied Lata lost her temper.
     "How could you be so irresponsible? If you would have only let me know, I would have gone there in the morning."
     "You have no idea how busy I have been."
     "What do you expect me to tell Mrs Rekha? Never mind I am at fault."
Even before Srinivas could react the line was disconnected.
     "How touchy!" he thought.
He knew he had lost Lata's trust and didn't know of its consequences. Considering the fact that he couldn't handle too many matters at the same time, he decided to concentrate his mind, time and energy to the task at hand. So he continued his work.

     It was afternoon when he received a call from his MD saying that Mr. Gupta and his team will be present at the office in another two hours time as he had just got out of the flight from Delhi. By then he would want Srinivas and his team ready with the presentation.
     "Please bring the key to the Locker along with you," were his last words before he could drop the call.
Srinivas ended his work immediately and left to the office with his team. As soon as he reached, he checked for the key in his pocket and to his astonishment, the key was missing.
     "No, Not again! Murphy's Law, I suppose." he thought.
He remembered that he had emptied the contents of Mr. Antony's coat's pocket into his trouser pocket just before he could leave home. He rummaged his entire cubical for the key. Alas! He didn't find it.
     "Everything alright Srinivas?" enquired Anil his team mate noticing the worried look on Srinivas's face and the considerable amount of time he had taken to join his team.
With no time to give a satisfying reply Srinivas only nodded his head and said "I'll be back soon."
He soon found himself on his bike on his way back home.
     "You are home very early", exclaimed his mother as she opened the door for him.
Srinivas dashed his way to his room not bothering to respond. He rummaged his room, upturned his drawers and turned every cupboard inside out to find the Key. It was still missing.
     "Mother did our helper find a key on my bedroom floor or anywhere else in the house while she was cleaning?" bellowed Srinivas from his room.
     His mother with a confused look on her face denied finding anything at all on the floor apart from dirt.
     In a hushed tone she said, "Please keep your voice low, the elders in the house are asleep. You'll wake them up."
     "What do I do now? What do I tell Mr. Antony?" with these thoughts eating on his once peaceful and proactive mind, Srinivaas headed towards his office.
He was frightened and embarrassed to face his MD. So much so he wanted to hide himself in a place where no one could find him. The Key to retrieve the documents of a Multi Crore project was missing. He sincerely wished this was all a dream and that he would wake up on his bed.

     Noticing Srinivas's long absence Mr. Antony summoned him into his room. Cold sweat trickled down Srinivas's fore head as he was tensed. He was sure he would be sacked as soon as Mr. Antony learns the truth. He was ready to face the consequences. It was close to evening and along with the setting sun, his good name would also set down by the end of the day.

     The students saw their charming Chemistry Assistant Professor who was normally relaxed, trot across the campus soon after class hours. She decided to look for the Key at the Sun Set Point all by herself. She knew that there was very less chances for her to find it there. But she hoped she would. She found a couple enjoy their time perched on the same bench where she and Srinivas had spent the previous evening. With much hesitation and a bit of embarrassment she sought their permission to look around the bench for the Key. To her dismay, it wasn't there. She managed to approach the maintenance personnel of the place and enquire about the lost key. They treated her question like a joke, laughed at it and turned her away. Embarrassed and disappointed she headed home wondering what explanation she would give Mrs. Rekha when she calls enquiring about the key. She even wondered what was keeping Mrs. Rekha from not calling her. As Lata kept thinking of this and much more even at home, she started tidying her room. Lost in her thoughts she started folding the sari that hung on a rope which she had worn the previous day. As she did so she found a knot at the end of the sari pallu and a metal sticking out of it. She realised what it was and her joy had no bounds, there were tears of joy in her eyes. But her joy was also accompanied by a sense of guilt and embarrassment. She immediately called Srinivas, but sadly he disconnected her call. She was sure that the morning's tiff had angered him and decided to see him at his work place as soon as possible.

     Srinivas stood in his MD's office shame faced with his head hanging low. The normally polite and serene Mr. Antony was fuming with rage.
     "I thought you were a responsible man," told the MD making every effort to keep his temper under control and had stood up from his seat.
     "Sir let me explain," interrupted Srinivas.
     "I want no explanation, but the Key," shot back the MD suppressing his anger. "In another fifteen minutes time Mr. Gupta will be here. By then I want you back in my office with the key. Get out now."
     "But Sir."
     "Not another word. Out!"
Ashamed and helpless, Srinivas moved out of the MD's office. Mr. Antony was certain that Srinivas had lost the key. It occurred to his mind that he had a duplicate key at home. The MD grabbed his coat and hurriedly put it on. He reached into the pocket of his coat for the car key but didn't find it there. He checked another pocket and found not the car key, but another of the same kind. When he pulled it out of his pocket, the sight of it gave him a pleasant surprise and a sense of relief. He then realised he had worn the coat which Srinivas had returned to him in the morning. His anger that was suppressed all this while got better of him.
     He moved out of his room and roared, "SRINIVAS!"
Srinivas who was already in a dilemma and was aware that a word regarding the same had already reached every corner of the office. The rage in the MD's voice suggested that, Srinivas who was already in deep waters was sure to drown when he approaches him. He found Mr. Antony standing at his office door with his face turned red with anger.
     "Are you fooling around?" asked the MD sternly.
Srinivas who was already scared to face him, was now confused.
Mr. Antony held the Locker Key in front of Srinivas's face and barked, "What was the Key doing in my coat pocket?"
     "The Locker Key was found! How? When? Where?" were the questions swirling in Srinivas's mind. He was relieved to see it. While he collected his thoughts there was Mr. Antony speaking,"This is a multi crore project. You cannot joke around carelessly keeping the Locker Key in the coat pocket."
By then Srinivas realised that in a hurry he had forgotten to remove the Key from the coat pocket. Fortunately the MD had still not given the coat to the laundry. Srinivas was happy that the key was found.
     He blurted out, "I thought that the safest place for the key would be your coat pocket. I must have forgotten to remove it from there, while returning the coat to you in the morning."
     "What!? Stop talking nonsense. Go, get your team ready for the presentation. Mr. Gupta will be here any moment."

     Srinivas, his team and Mr. Antony were soon in the presence of Mr. Gupta and his team, discussing the project backed by presentations. Mr. Gupta the CEO of the company owned the company as it was handed over to him from his family from generation to generation. He was technically old but seemingly young. A serious person by nature and was hard to be impressed. The MD of SPARKS BUILDERS was as nervous as a cat, but he managed to maintain his composure. After all the deal was of a Multi Crore and his team of efficient Civil Engineers had managed to do their best. It was a moment of joy and relief to the SPARKS BUILDERS team when they learnt that Mr. Gupta was impressed. The deal was finally signed. It was a proud moment for Srinivas and his team.

    It was dark outside and the sun had already set. But Srinivas's heart was joyful, warm and sunny like the day light. As he and his team moved out of the MD's room, he locked eyes with the MD. The MD with a smile gave him a thumbs up sign. Srinivas decided to celebrate the victory with his team. As they walked down the deserted lobby a slim fair lady claded in a sari got up from her seat at the reception and walked towards Srinivas with her eyes downcast. Srinivas was surprised to see Lata approaching.
     "What are you doing here at this hour? You shouldn't be here," Srinivas frantically reacted on seeing her.
She didn't respond. He suddenly remembered the lost Flat Key with a sigh. But it was too late to do anything about it at present. He was exhausted by the day's events and all that he needed was some relaxation. He couldn't read the expression on her face, if it were anger or disappointment. With her eyes still downcast she stood in front of Srinivas and held the Flat Key in front of his face. Once again the questions. "How? When? Were?" popped up in his mind but with a sense of joy, surprise and with a confused look on his face. Lata could read his face quite well.
She responded immediately, "You had tied it to my sari pallu yesterday and both of us forgot about it."
     "So who's fault is it anyway?" asked Srinivas with a mischievous smile on his face.
For which both of them bursted out laughing aloud!

     Finally our hero not only found the lost keys, but he also found the almost lost trust of his Lady Love and the almost lost Good Name at his work place. Srinivas got through one of those days where life took the pleasure of teasing him. If you are wondering whether he got the 'Best Employee of the Year Award' after all the commotion. Who cares, now when he has found the most precious things that were once almost lost. Anyways, all's well that ends well!

                                                ***THE END***