Part 7: The Ruin
Last night my feet had skidded on a banana skin and I fell unconscious by the shoulder of the high road. While my consciousness returned it was still dark and I was seized with horror to remember how I happened to be there. I did not lose a moment to move away from the proximity of the cursed idol and race back to the hotel. I entered right into the bar so that the gatekeeper could not suspect anything fishy and spending some time amidst crazy drunkards, returned to my room and fell asleep.
Manisha, the escort called me early in the morning to inform with regret that she had decided to meet her parents today and therefore would be unable to attend me tonight but would overcompensate tomorrow. I felt blank and dejected but decided against contacting the second best from the escort profile. As the day drew to a close I started feeling some change within me. Fragments of disjoin imageries started rushing through my head in quick succession and eventually I was seized with an intense desire to encounter the idol.
I’m to stop writing the diary right now as my brain is getting jumbled and I’m visualizing the foggy image of the yakshini beckoning me for the eternal union.
Part 8: The Diary
Inspector Mitra remained transfixed for sometime after going through the diary which he had searched out from the hotel room of the famous journalist Alok Majumdar who was run over by some heavy vehicle on the highway the last night. All these were the trashy and frenzied scribbling of a psychotic person he thought. He had found also a book on Tibetan tantric cult in the suitcase of the journalist. It occurred to him that the journalist might have lost his head by erratic practice of occult religious rites. But he must find out the hidden house and the idol at first. At least contraband goods stored by the smuggler could be unearthed. Inspector Mitra drove alone by his police jeep and could easily find out the house and breaking open the larger room he found the box, and the exquisite nude idol made him spellbound. Nobody else had yet learnt about the diary and the idol. He covered the box with a sheet of news paper and hid it under the seat of the vehicle. He then informed the local police station and soon a large number of constables led by the second officer arrived at the spot. Searching the house plenty of cocaine and heroine stacked in the cellar was discovered and seized and later on the Marwari was arrested. Interrogating the smuggler closely inspector Mitra was convinced that he had no idea about the idol. After completion of the necessary formalities, he dined at a hotel and burnt the diary after returning home. Luckily his wife and daughter had not yet returned from Kolkata. So he was free to enjoy the charm of the voluptuous idol.
He switched off the light, shut the windows and opened the box in complete darkness and was astonished to find the idol luminous as written in the diary. He handed it out and held in front of him. An eerie sensation coursed through him as the idol in his hand seemed to be vibrant with life and the scintillating eyes inviting him.
The Author
The author of this story is a Ph.D. in economics and professionally an economist but his passion for literature compels him at times to eschew the arena of economics and escape into the world of love romance and adventure. From his very childhood his favorite hobbies included swimming in turbulent rivers during the rains, small game hunting, boxing, hill trekking and adventure in wild animal infested deep forests. Later on he gave up hunting and boxing considering them to be cruel sports. In course of his hill treks he came in contact with various hill tribes and he could feel the heart bits of these honest and simple people, especially the charming girls. Many of his romantic short stories are based on these hill people and the hilly charm amidst which they are born and brought up. Dr. Basu may be contacted at
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