A BLOODY COLD WEATHER (ONE A DAY SHORT STORY #38)
By Neel Anil Panicker
The bloody cold weather, the harsh winds whistling, tearing through your ear drums, the sight of falling ice on the mud filled roads____all this was enough to put ordinary people on the depressive mode but try telling that to old fox Rononjoy Chatterjee.
Adjusting his rim less spectacles, he inspected, albeit surreptitiously, the twelve feet high walls and the barbed electrified wiring that ran through it covering the entire perimeter of the 100 acre century old penitentiary that was Central Jail, Trivandrum.
After a while, his scar marred face lit up in a slow smile as he made a mental construct of the plan, his plan, yet again, the fifth in as many years, to try and somehow make good his escape the coming Saturday___summer or winter, autumn, or spring, to the man, both__the police and criminal world___had honoured with the moniker ‘Houdini’, nothing mattered as to him all weathers were the same___an opportunity to showcase his enviable ‘vanishing acts.’
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