THE DROP (genre/realistic fiction)
By Neel Anil Panicker
As Abdul Moinnul Kareem climbed up the stony steps of the century old Victorian era building and then strode past the marbled all white monolithic pillars that rose up to support high ceilinged roofs from which hung large sized fans of a certain vintage era (but now looked down upon as an anachronism in a fast spiralling Mammon worshipping, consumerism swearing modern world filled to the brim with crass and crudity), the bespectacled 31-year-old Doctorate of Philosophy student in World Culture wondered about how far this marriage of idealism and youthful enthusiasm would take him.
Sure enough, it had enough potency and magnetic pull to make him grab the ticket his handler had left behind in his hostel room digs at Istanbul State University and board a long haul flight to distant Kolkata and then take a car ride to the National Library.
Minutes later, (and after he had placed as instructed and hidden from view, the gunny bag just behind the main podium of the main Reading-cum-Convention Hall that he was told would be ‘bursting at its seams with the crème de la crème of Kolkatan society on weekends’), Kareem walked out into the sun, and soon was on his way to the airport, his mission accomplished and now awaiting his next trip, the next bidding of his handler, the one eyed Ali Safar Shah, the chief of the ISI, the Islamist extreme right wing militant organization whose avowed goal was the establishment of a worldwide pure Islamic caliphate.
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