Biswajit Chatterjee narrates a moving story that merges the past with the present to create a powerful reminder.
“Nobel Prize medal—was stolen?”
Rajshree’s voice trembled with incredulity.
“Yes,” Garan said, his voice unexpectedly matter-of-fact, as if attempting to mask the seriousness of the issue in the midst of the churning crowd.
“What do you mean ‘yes’? How could that possibly occur? It’s Asia’s first Nobel—a priceless medal—and it just got pilfered?”