Soumitra Deb 1 It was a lazy winter Sunday in south Kolkata—the kind where the sun was gentle enough to soften the edges of reality, the kind where even alarms gave up and let people sleep a little longer. In the modest Ghosh household of Lake Road, Mr. Biswajit Ghosh was already up by 7:30 a.m., fully dressed in his house kurta, socks on, and sipping tea while reading The Telegraph, shaking his head every five minutes at something he claimed was “kintu bipodjonok”. Purnima, his wife, had just started preparing luchi-alur tarkari when she heard a firm clearing of…
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Pranit Biswas Chapter 1: The train to Shimla groaned like an old man remembering youth, dragging itself along curved mountain tracks as fog pressed against its windows. Dr. Amit Roy sat alone near the back, a well-worn leather satchel tucked beside him and a battered paperback of The Old Man and the Sea unopened in his lap. The book had been his travel companion through many stations of life—marriage, fatherhood, heartbreak—but today he couldn’t bring himself to read. His fingers traced the creases on its cover absently as snow flurried outside in brief gusts. After eighteen years of teaching literature…