Subhro Banerjee
‘The Lonely Waves’ is based on the loneliness, friendship and the crisis faced by three middle aged persons.
Narayan Sharma, Arjun Sinha and Rajeev Agarwal were very successful in their own profession. But at a particular juncture of their lives, they started to feel that no body in this world loved them any more and slowly they were becoming redundant. Loneliness gripped them. They lost the interest of life.
By different coincidences, they came close to one another. They started realizing that they were not alone in the world. With this friendship, they started to feel the joy of living. Now they knew that they were having friends, who were thinking about them and loving them. They decided that they would never get separated from one another.
They went to Kashmir, the paradise on the earth. Their main intension was to relax and enjoy the companies of the others.
But they were unaware of the fact that a conspiracy was going on to kill Rajeev by a notorious criminal. When they realized, they were scared and wanted to escape from the valley of Kashmir and take Rajeev to some safe place and save him.
But would they be able to do that?
They did not know what were stored in their destinies..
Subhro Banerjee has written since his teen age. But his dream of becoming a writer was fulfilled in 1996, when his first book was published. The book gave him good readership, which encouraged him to write more and his writings won the appreciations of the readers and the critics. Many of his writings were published in the leading magazines.
He is an Electronics Engineer by profession and runs his own organisation. His profession and strong passion for traveling have taken him to various parts of the world, where he has got the opportunities to come into contact with many people of different communities. He has observed their lifestyles, day to day activities and tried to analyse their inner feelings. All these have been reflected in his various writings.
Born in Kolkata, India, he lives with his wife, Tanusree and son, Sayan in Salt Lake City, near Kolkata. His family and his very good friend, Rakesh Goyle, have been his sources of inspiration for writing, besides carrying on with his regular professional activities.
Besides writing and traveling, he has a great passion for music. He and his wife have a musical troupe, which performs regularly at different places.
It was early hour of the day, when Arjun woke up. He could hear a soft noise from the deck. At first he thought that the night guard was walking, so he tried to sleep again. But again he could hear the noise. This time he felt that it was coming from the door of their houseboat. There was a mild screetching sound of opening the door. Again there was silence . Arjun was sweating below the blanket. He knew that someone had entered their houseboat and at this hour no body would come with a good intention. He remembered that the doors of all the rooms were open. So, if somebody would like to enter their rooms, he could easily do so. He could suddenly hear the sound of some metallic thing dropping in the drawing room. He could understand, that in the darkness, the man, who had entered, had toppled the metal flower vase kept on the table near the sofa. He jumped up from the bed and moved towards the side of the door. From the slight gap in the door, he could see that in the corridoor moon beam had fallen. Suddenly, it became totally dark. He could not understand what had happened. Was it a cloud? Then he could realise that the man was standing just in front of his door and blocking the path of the moon beam. Arjun’s body became rigid. He was cursing himself that he did not have any weapon with him. He slowly moved a little sidewise. Suddenly, his hand touched the cold body of the metal flower vase. He held the vase in his hand.
He could see the moon beam again. That meant, the man had crossed his room. The next room belonged to Rajeev. Arjun’s sixth sense told him that this man was not an ordinary burglar. He had come to kill Rajeev. He had to do something to save his friend.
He opened the door silently. Now he could see the man from the backside. He was a well built person. He was wearing a heavy overcoat. Some weapon was there in his hand. But in the semi-darkness, he could not make out what it was. He advanced a few steps very silently towards the man. But the slight movement of Arjun made the man aware that somebody was behind him. He turned around. At that moment Arjun’s instinct told him,”Arjun! Hit him. Hit him hard with the vase. Don’t waste any time.”
But his hands were numb. He could not raise them. The man raised his hand holding a revolver towards Arjun. Arjun closed his eyes. He could hear a dull sound, followed by a heavy impact and a sharp pain at his right shoulder. He fell unconscious on the floor.
