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Zero Hour at Shyamal Ghat
Achinta Guha 1 The last stretch of the journey into Shyamal Ghat was unnervingly silent. Rik Sen leaned forward in the jeep, squinting through the cracked windshield at the red dust road that seemed to curve endlessly between patches of dying sal trees and bamboo groves. The BSF checkpoint he had passed thirty minutes ago…