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Wednesday, November 04, 2020

Jaishalmer photo story









 The hat did give a shade .

Rajasthans summer had faded , and winter was awaited .

It all started in Jaishalmer .

He had arrived in the train an overnight one from Ahmedabad .

The sun wasnt hot but it was piercing .

He scaled the fort quickly his eyes darting to locate the target .

He had to find him and quickly

He had taken a jeep driven into desert and then the camel ride he learnt Khan bought a revolver as he suspected 

He returned to the fort went up 

It was his brief .

To stop Khan getting away with the papers .


The tingle in his bluetooth brought Sharma Sir to his ears .

" Anything

Nope searching

Tc "


They were cryptic men of few words .


He climbed into the second terrace jumping across the barrier 

The big moustachioed security guy jumped agiley to him

"Arrey yehi permission nahi hey saab jaao ".


He pinned him with a stare and showed his  card .

Hari Singh

Asst Director RAW 


The man saluted saab acha sorry saab 


He sprinted ahead to the parapet close to the cannon and peeped down 

He had a birds eye view now 

He spotted him way down having an earthen cup of chai .


He was feverishly harried 

he almost looked up 

Hari singh pulled his head down and  in two minutes he peeped back  but the man had fled by then 

he saw him getting into an auto .


He jumped down 

got into lift

 "Jaldi ...jaana " he told the security who wordlessly took him down .


No one messed with Raw agents .


He asked some auto drivers found out the man  had gone to the Rly station .

He too hopped into one and reached the station.

The Jodphur express was just speeding awat as he reached the platform 

he knew Khan had fled but he guessed to where .


Jodphur was more plausible .


The papers were there in the Ubaid bhavan 

Why did he come here then ?


 For the  revolver of course and best place to get one who had sprinted across border was Jaishalmer .


He patted his berret and took the next train to Jodphur

He would reach  Umaid bhavan .

By tommorow evening he would finish his work .

Khan will not go back to Multan he thought.

He would say goodbye in the centoph the cemetry of the royals of Rathore dynasty he will see to it .


Its time he got even with Khan 

he was one up ,when he finished off

 Raju nair  in 87 

its 3 decades but we rarely forget man .


Umaid bhavan he stepped out of the antique car waiting in the station for him 

The Rajah had sent it for him his old friend .

He  checked in to his reserved suite 

Nothing but the best 

He remembered the long evenings when they sipped the amber single malts in the freezing winter nights 

But this time that will wait 


Khan was in his mind now

He knew by now khan would have planned the exchange .

His sources told him it would be in the centoph .

Today

Now 

He hurriedly left  in the car git down in the centoph and with the tourists walked into the setting sun 

He left the crowds turned behind a tomb jumped down into the bushes and peered ahead 

It was dusk but he spotted Khan in the fading light

Khan he called out loudly 

He was with the traitor 

Both drew thier guns but then Khan knew a second chance with Hari singh wasnt heard of 

Two silent shots felled them both in a nano second

Hari singh took off his hat 

Time he left his hair loose

He touched his bluetooth

Done

Sharma smiled in Mumbai .

And so did the Rajah of Jodphur while dropping the ice into the whiskey .


A long evening with his old friend 

Hari








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