Animesh. He had left the mess. I heard he was living with one of his uncles. Where had this uncle been so long, I wondered.
After a day or two, as I was on the point of starting for an evening walk, I suddenly came face to face with Animesh. "Hallo, it's a long time since I saw you!" he cried out in his hearty manner and grinned from ear to ear. He took a seat and then brought out a fat roll of a manuscript. "This will keep you busy for a long time," he said.
I took the roll, and without a word flung it deftly into the kitchen trough below.
Animesh was too bewildered to speak. Seeing that he was staring at me open-mouthed, I said, "Animesh you had better clear out of here with good grace, otherwise you will follow your manuscript."
He went and I never saw him again.
