The Lone Orphan Part 2

Read First Part here: Part1 :


“Welcome young lady, I am glad to have you in my team,” says professor Nandikeshvar. Professor is a medium built man in his late fifties with a warm smile and fatherly approach. He is well renowned in his field. After moving out of orphanage, I shifted to a hostel near my college. Even though I get scholarship and free books, I still have to work part time to support myself. As I aspire to be historian, I have joined as part time assistant in professor Nandikeshvar’s team. Professor is unmarried and stays alone in his 4 bedroom duplex house. His house is situated in the outskirts of the city and also has a lovely garden. Ground floor of the house is used for Professor’s study and research work.

“Meet this young man, his name is Shankar and he works as my research assistant”, professor introduces me to another man. Shankar looks few years older to me and has a very sweet smile. Shankar and I instantly hit off as friends. After college, I spend my evenings and Saturdays in the professor’s house sorting out the papers, taking notes, copying and arranging his research files.

acinet_image“Shankar, what are these symbols?” I ask out of my curiosity. It is a warm Saturday afternoon and we both are working in professor’s study. “These are related to an ancient language scripts found in professor’s research,” says Shankar, taking the papers from my hand, “I have prepared linguistic references for it. I can teach you how to decode it,” he says, “Here see this linguistic reference, using this we can match the symbols and write down the notes,” he hands over the reference papers to me. ” You can also learn how to decode but please do not tell professor I showed them to you. Off late he has become very restless regarding this research and I feel he is hiding something from me” says Shankar. I take the papers from Shankar and slip them into my bag and say “Don’t worry my lips are sealed. I am just curious that’s all.”

Somebody is trying to kill me, I cannot breath. I am struggling to escape and suddenly I am awake from my sleep gasping for breath. I see that my phone is ringing loudly which I why I have woken up from sleep. I calm myself and pick the phone. “Where are you?” asks Shankar. “I am in hostel today. I did not come as I was not keeping well. Is anything wrong?” I question him sensing the urgency in his voice. “There was an attack on professor today in his house and they have admitted him in the hospital. His condition is very serious. It seems the whole house has been ransacked,” says Shankar. “Oh my god!!” I say in shock, “Is he alright? Where were you when the attack happened?” I ask him still trying to digest the information he has given me. ”I was out of town on personal work and when I got back I came to know,” he says still sounding panicked. “Tell me which hospital, I will start right away,” I say to him. “He is admitted in city hospital. I will see you there,” Shankar says and cuts the call. I get ready and rush to city hospital.

“Professor is in ICU and we can see him only through glass door,” says Shankar as soon as I go near him in hospital. He looks strained and visible shaken due to this incident. We watch professor through the glass door. “Today you were supposed to be there right?” asks Shankar breaking the silence. I nod my head and a shiver passes through my spine to think of what would have happened to me if I was not on leave today.

“There is nothing much we can do rather than wait for professor to recover. It is already late night; I think you should go back to hostel. I will call you if anything is needed,” says Shankar.

I am back from the hospital and enter my room. All the linguistic reference papers on the table have scattered due to gust of wind. While I start re-arranging the papers, I notice a strange symbol on one of them. There is a text below. I feel I have seen this symbol somewhere. It seems very familiar. I take the paper into my hand and observe deeply. Shock hits me and my jaw drop open. I know where I saw this symbol.

To be continued….


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