Four boys stumble across a mystery in the sinister Gunpowder House near the River Ganges at Park Colony, Ishapore. The mystery deepens in the first week of April. Strange incidents follow, and it's up to the four to unravel what happens finally, and...
It was the early summer of 2020. Everyone was locked down in their homes, and there was not much respite from the heat. Nothing to do and the days were just not passing. It certainly was not a good year...
"Dadakokhon jabo bayre?"(When are we going outside?)- My cousin Srijan asked.
He had been pestering me the entire week just because I had told him that I would show him around The Park colony- especially the historical Gun Powder House dating back to 1791, the majestic Ganges and also the mansion like quarters built by the British. Historical places and such old stuff intrigued him deeply, so he had come over to Ishapore for the summer. But who knew the consequences of the pandemic beforehand...
"We'll go today after it's about to be dark"- I told him. No one would be there on the streets and I would show him a couple of places quickly.
So around 6, I took him on my bicycle and went out. Srijan kept clicking pictures while sitting on the backseat of my bicycle- he was probably excited to go out after so many days. My old school friends Anuraag and Siddharth joined us outside our school as planned- they were getting bored as well. The evening air was refreshing. We slowly cycled towards the Shooting Club and then decided to show him our school first. But no, Srijan was hell bent on seeing the Gunpowder House first. Anuraag said-"Let's go through the road beside the lake and the DSC Mandir.
"Okay, so be it.."- I agreed.
We started cycling towards the Mandir. The road looked deserted, except for the guards patrolling the area. We took a left turn and I pointed towards the front and said-"Look straight, Srijan. Straight away is the Riverside Park. Let's go there, you will love the sight."
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"But I wanna see the Gunpowder House first!"- was his stubborn reply.
"I wonder how you can be so annoying at times, you know..."- I said. He giggled, and we kept going straight.
When we nearly reached the backyard of the Gunpowder House, it was dark, and for the bare exception of the dim streetlight, nothing much could be seen. Srijan insisted to go inside, so reluctantly we stopped and parked our cycles.
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