"He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well"-John Milton He was in his nineties now, slow, fragile and nearing death. Still, every day he used to wake up at 6 in the morning and stare outside the window, blankly. They said when he was young, he was agile, healthy and quick, no one knew what his profession was, but he did retire rich at the age of fifty-five. His only son used to visit the old rooms twice a day, 'Baba, I request you again. Come with us to the big house. What is there in this dump?' his son used to question. 'I can't leave now, there is one final task left son,' he used to smile, 'One final task.' Baba had sent all the furniture from the room to the new house but kept himself a bed and the jewel beaded box. 'No one has ever removed the box from under the diwan since last 20 years, baba,' the daughter-in-law use to question, 'Don't let the servants, but please let me
S. G. Kabe is a storyteller and globetrotter. When his plan to become a mad scientist did not work out, he chose the next best thing- writing stories. He writes thrillers and fantasy stories in different mediums. Born in the cultural city of Pune, Maharashtra he currently is on a literary pilgrimage to London with his wife Deepika. He is an Engineer by accident but compensates for that by writing satire and stories. His daily job includes a lunch-box, a computer, and other unimportant things.
When not writing, he is often seen cycling in the hunt for good coffee or having a pointless argument with random people on varied subjects. He can be reached on twitter @_siddhesh or Facebook http://fb.com/criminovelist
When not writing, he is often seen cycling in the hunt for good coffee or having a pointless argument with random people on varied subjects. He can be reached on twitter @_siddhesh or Facebook http://fb.com/criminovelist
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