When we opened the door, a man in long khaki jacket appeared before us, he was above six feet and holding a bag across his torso. He kept his wet umbrella aside and the drizzles and mist made a bone chilling weather outside but he was not shivering. I couldn’t make out his face, he wore a jeans trousers and heavy boots. He removed the boots and cap and in the dim light of the portico Dr.Sarkar became infallible in spotting his dear friend.
“Holy Heavens Harish”…… he cried, and it was more than excitement.
He embraced the stranger’s wet figure and shook him with delight. He smiled.
“Your demand my friend”. He replied”.
That how I met the giant named HCL a.k.a Harish Chandra Lal
Dr.Sarkar was holding his hand like he was an elusive night bird. We all sat in the sofa and Dr. Sarkar intro
