THE BOY WITH THE BLACK MIND                                                                

                                                                        PART 1

It all happened in that dim lit cafe that sat beside the busy south Kolkata road. It had two distinct portions which were divided by a hard glass door. Inside the door, air condition soothed his mind. But then, he cannot smoke inside. He opened the glass door to sit outside. Warm polluted city air warned him to stay inside, but he was planning to light a cigarette. Sitting outside, sipping a Darjeeling tea, Animesh remembered that it was the month of September and yet there was no sign of rain. Watching the rain, sitting and smoking inside the cafe was always comforting. Whenever Animesh was relaxing, he remembered his mother’s smiling face. Her lips moved, always, but Animesh could never hear what she said. Animesh would concentrate hard, but no...He had forgotten her voice. Only the smiling face existed in his memory trying to tell him something that he would never ever hear.