The Hell Games (Kalki Chronicles)

The Last Thought

"The moment one begins to dream is the moment one begins to live..."

"And I have reached my city of dreams. Here, it is. Delhi. Let me take a cab to Sir's place", she thought

It was noon and she had to reach the institute as soon as possible.

"Everything is the same. Oh, there is a new restaurant. It must have opened recently". She pondered as she passed through GTB Nagar towards Mukherjee Nagar in a share cab. Mukherjee Nagar housed everyone equally. The same old student crowd crying different relationships, particularly that of student-teacher relationship

It was past noon when she reached the Mukherjee Nagar lane where a new banner of Aim Law Institute could be seen atop the building of the front office on the main road. It was lunch time and the student crowd could be seen moving hither tither for food and drinks.

'Congratulations, Mam, greeted one of the students on her way upstairs to the office room. As she entered the office, she saw her poster with a photo on it saying - Congratulations Samaira for clearing West Bengal Interview. We are proud of you. It was pasted to the left side of the entrance door and was visible easily to anyone entering the office.

"Hey, Samaira', greeted Akash Sir and Mahadev ji. Congratulations. How are you doing?"

"Sir. I am fine. Thank You. And how are you Mahadev Ji. How is everyone at office? she bulleted various questions at them.

"Oh. I forgot to ask - How is Sir doing?"

"Everyone is fine, Samaira. So are you ready to take classes?"

"Yes Sir. When should I begin with my classes?"

"From tomorrow".

"Thank you Sir. Am relieved. May I come back to the office after sometime. I need to go to Sir's house in the next lane. I will be staying there with Sir and his family. Hence, I need to keep my luggage and freshen up".

"Okay, but don't be late. Some notes and question papers need to be rechecked before they are distributed among students".

Sebastian Sir was taking class in the other office where Samaira paid a visit before leaving for his home.

He was teaching Transfer of Property Act and was busy with the students. The class was dispersed after an hour. Immediately thereafter, Sir looked at Samaira and called her to the cabin -

"Congratulations, Samaira. So at last you cleared a judicial services exam and became a judge. Now what are your plans?"

"Sir, I will wait for the call letter. I wanted to ask you something?"

"Yes. Go ahead".

"Sir, is there any news on pending litigation of Delhi Mains. They were about to revaluate the papers of all the students who appeared for Delhi mains".

"Samaira, now forget about that. Concentrate on your home state and open a branch office of our Institute in your home state Kolkata.

"Are you taking some classes from tomorrow?"

"Yes Sir".

"Okay. Go ahead. Mahadev ji will take you to my place".

"Thank You Sir".

"Mahadev Ji. Please take Samaira to my home and bring my food".

'Let us go, Madam', said Mahadev Ji.

They both take leave and Samaira happily receives heartiest congratulations from all those who know her on her way to Sir's home in the next lane.

The lane across Aim Law Institute's first office houses a society of flats belonging to a cooperative housing society. One of such flats belonged to Sir. It was on a building near a small garden. I am one of those privileged to have visited his house, thought Samaira. And even stay with him. He was one of the most revered Guru (teacher). Everyone in her family had a deep reverence for Sir.