Illusions

The night was getting darker, the roads in the hill town of Sheetalnagar had become almost deserted. This was 9:30 in the night, the wind was blowing faster than daily.

Nights

It was autumn and the dry leaves on the streets were doing hither and thither as if they were saying, brother!  We are the kings here.

Sheetalnagar…. situated on the banks of the cold-water Sheetala River, Sheetalnagar was a small town of about 20 km by area with a population of about 1 lakhs but developed a lot due to the nearby river and a huge dam.  And was among the well developed cities.

 There were also bungalows and apple orchards of selected industrialists and rich people from all over India.

There were also four good English convent schools and two standard universities.

 Overall, this was a fairly advanced, cleaned and elite city according to Indian standards.

But just as the moon is also stained and snakes are wrapped on the sandalwood tree, the same kind of crime and criminals used to develop in this city too.  But……

But it is good… Sometimes it is good to have something bad.  Heroes are born only when there is a villain or, say, a strong many villains.

 ……Ongoing 

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