Short Story: The Saint behind the Curtain by Mishkat Bhattacharya

In this short story, Mishkat Bhattacharya brings together suspense and mystery to weave a captivating tale of loss and redemption.

Without a doubt, Vijay was the hero of our childhood. He was handsome, dashing, and witty. He was among the best students in his class, though he was not the best. His reputation amongst the families of our military cantonment was more solidly based on his performances outside of class. He was often the scorer of the winning goal in a football match against a rival school, the romantic lead in the year-end school play, and the crooner of impromptu melodies outside the school canteen.

In spite of his success and popularity, Vijay was generous and kind. He gave his brother, Ajay, who was younger than him by about five years and a much less charismatic character, ample space and protection to grow. Towards us, the group of army kids about ten years younger than him, Vijay was affectionate. Sometimes he bought us ice cream and sweets with his pocket money. The older girls made eyes at him and discussed him excitedly behind his back.