The Chiseled Plan

[This story is dedicated to one Mr. Sonam Tshewang and some other wonderful people, who have been encouraging me to take to writing more seriously. “Would be looking forward to the next one.”In case you are getting fed up with my story writing spree, let me tell you that I’ve two more bundles of answer-scripts coming up today that’d keep me busy for the next week or so. Happy weekend.] The Chiselled Plan DHAA…..RR…MM! It’s a loud thud as if something or somebody had fallen down the mossy, grassy wall some 15 feet high in between the shortcut that separated the raised ground on one side, which the local people used for playing archery on holidays, and the Teachers’ Quarters on the other. Mr. K.C. Jose was about to retire to his bed when he was startled by the loud sound. Extremely conscientious by nature, he started scurrying through his books on the table, trying to find his torch. “What’re you doing now?” asked his wife from the bed with the blanket up half way through. ...