Anurima Ghosh 1 The train wound its way through the steep curves of the hills, the rhythmic clatter of wheels fading into the hush of the morning mist. Detective Satyen Chatterjee leaned against the window of his compartment, watching the world blur into shades of gray and green. Darjeeling, with its colonial houses perched like watchful sentinels and the endless rows of tea bushes stretching into the fog, had always held for him a curious mixture of charm and melancholy. This was no leisurely visit, however. The summons from the Darjeeling police was urgent: a murder had been discovered in…
