Next day morning I was allowed to walk around, found a place beneath a Ficus tree in the front yard of the casualty block. I sat on concrete park bench beneath it.
“Hello” I heard a voice.
I turned to see him with the young doctor treating Riya.
A man in his mid fifties wearing a maroon colored half sleeved sweater over his blue formal shirt and beige tweed trousers. I stood and greeted the doctor, and doctor introduced the man to me, he was Dr. Prabhul Sarkar. The psychatrist.
“Father Peron called me and he asked me to help you, I was like a son to him”.
“I want to see Father Peron I promised him I will.”
“Well I don’t think you can fulfill that promise, he died yesterday and in his death bed only he asked to see me and told the whole story.”
I was stunned to hear his death, he was
