CHAPTER:1 the fingers
This was a normal dead cold dawn in early January on one of the many vacant and foggy roads of Banaras Hindu University on a little extension from the chemistry faculty, an environment favored by ghosts, insects, lamp posts, killers and thieves. The dew drops resting over the leaves on trees and down on the grasses like little crystals who are waiting to glow in the light of rising sun. The only moving things on very hard notice are ants collecting everything worth collecting for them, parts of leaves, dead insects and rodents. There also was a tree lizard ob the bark of tree, all of this in the shimmering fading light of a lamp post.
Suddenly very dim sound of running thing broke the silence of the situation, someone was running as one may perceive but the pace was not matching the description of running, it was more of a jogging, suddenly an image appeared in the foggy air of a man, which due to its distance appeared a little blurred from the lamp post. Soon the blurriness decreased as the sound increased. He was a man in late 40’s with a large stature covered fully with jacket, track suit, shoes and hood. His nostrils were heavily inhaling and then exhaling vapor like a dragon does after it vomits fire. He stopped at the lamp post and put palms on his thighs bending over and panting like an asthma patient. He was just relaxing and gaining the breath after a long jog.
Suddenly there was hustle due to something running on the fallen leaves around the shiver line on the bank of the road. Before the jogger could re-adapt to the sudden change, something happened to him, an immense pain appeared in his chest he was unable to breathe and all his body strained by the pain, and a gloved hand covered his mouth, that’s when he looked down on his chest, it was a blade coming out of his chest covered with his own blood, then the blade rotated still stabbed in his chest, the pain was enough to make him dizzy, his eyes started closing, his weight fell on earth with a drooling mouth oozing blood in the gloves of the hand which covered his face, the glove got away, the body lied on the road, the knife’s beautiful handle still intact at the back of fallen one is then grabbed by another gloved hand and was removed. The only witness of all this, is the lizard on the tree, who saw a man’s
