Rohan had just settled down in his office room when a call from the dean arrived. He put the bookmark on the page, left his room, locking the door behind him.
“Rohan Mukherjee,” the dean was straight to the point. “We require your assistance in a certain field. That will of course be a service to the college.”
The college had given over. Today was the last exam of Career-related Certificate. From the window of the dean’s room, Rohan could see the school ground, devoid of any soul, the two lawn tennis grounds looking deserted, with only the net standing as a sentinel. The field was equally empty. Some students at the corner of the wide stairs were talking and smiling. All the staff had left, save the coordinator who was moving about.
Rohan did not ask, what is the work which needs assis
