Dr Subir Roy

Sishyas of Tamas Dr Subir Roy

He is looking for her. But she does not know he exists. Neither can one hope that she is aware of the story that has brought him here. He knows no one will recognize him, but still, he treads carefully. He is standing near the entrance and surveying the main hall. The hall is filled with elegant looking men all following a dress code - black suit, black trousers, white shirt, black shoes and face covered with a Halloween mask. And there are these beautiful young women dressed in red saris. But their faces bear a weird feature - they are plain and blank as if they are incapable of making any facial expressions. But, not for long. Their faces will change. Soon. Any moment now.