Book Name
Fire in the Valley of Flowers
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By Srinwanti Paul
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Language. English
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Paper Black (70g)
Book Code 215
Pages:19
RS 350
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A young woman's world turns upside down after her daughter's suicide. But what was the cause for her drastic step? Read on to find out....
Gingerly, she tried to open the door to her office. The watchman was nowhere to be seen. He was probably lazing around with his no-good friends in the nearby dilapidated godown. Her two-room office was in the ground floor of a four-storied building that housed about five other small companies. She glanced at the name-plate on the door. It read I.V. Associates. I stood for her – Indira and V was for Varun, her business partner and 3 am friend. The plate had gathered a fair amount of dust in these few months – three months to be precise. Varun was never a stickler for cleanliness. She took out her blue silk scarf from her handbag and cleared the dust. She put a loving hand on the name plate. She would now put her life and soul into her work and forget about everything else.
Still the door to her office wouldn’t open. She double-checked the key, but with no success. The remaining offices in that building had another entrance that led to the main road. But this was a converted garage. So her office had a separate
entrance. And it worked out fine for them, because their cost accountancy audit firm had a different set of clients than the others in the building, which were mostly ITES start-ups.
She was about to give up and go home. It wouldn’t have made any difference to the firm. Varun was managing it single-handed for the past three months. It had been those many months since her daughter’s death. Varun had been a pillar of support during that time. It was him and her estranged husband, Ravi, who had talked her into resuming her job. True, it would not make her forget her loss, but at least she would come out of her depression if she started going to work again. She had not yet told anyone that she had actually decided to visit her office. She had wanted to surprise Varun.
As she turned away, she saw a man come running across the street. It was the watchman. He must have spotted her from afar and so was coming to meet her. He may not have expected to find her there so early in the morning. In fact it was a little early for her. But from then on, she would never be late again. She did not have to drop her daughter to school anymore. Thinking of this, a lump formed in her throat. She was sure the
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