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Ritwikda put the burnt out butt of the cigarette into the ashtray, all the while letting out an yawn as I looked imploringly at him. The dude was back in India for barely a month and all that we had managed to do was waste endless packets of cigarettes and downing multiple gin bottles and visiting countless pubs and clubs in search of a stimulant, but to no avail, Calcutta had finally become the dullest city in the Indian subcontinent where there were no stimulants for the brain, nothing to work on, no thought evoking convos over cups of tea, no debates over the eternal East Bengal Mohun Bagan rivalry, no marches, rallies nothing, it was as if someone had pushed the city into an almighty avalanche of lethargy, and me Dhritiman Bhattacharya and my idolo Ritwik Nag, Ritwik was pursuing a PhD at the University of South Carolina, and I was completing my BSc in Math from St Xavier's College.

'Nah man, it's uninspiring to a hellish extent, nothing in the city excites me anymore', Ritwik da said with an air of gloom, lethargy and discontent.

'We could still go to the docks at Khidderpore today if you're up for it?', I suggested. 'Nah bro, it's all too predictable, I'd be better off in Hyderabad with Subhangi, atleast we could spend some time together that way', he said dully.

'Oh yeah', I sighed. 'Atleast you have someone that wants to hang out, the person that I love is so lazy that she will not consider a meet-up outside her house if given the choice, lucky you', I said sounding like someone who was about to die from boredom.

Nothing interesting or fascinating ever came our way as I've already mentioned, Ritwikda has one of the swiftest brains on the planet, his research on semiconductors has been spelling binding and he was also a skilled swimmmer besides that and also an efficient debate and elocution person, Ritwik Nag was never caught being slack so naturally this feeling of nothingness was giving him his worst nightmare.

But that's not why I wrote this story, the thing is me and him, we're more that vagabonds, we that is me and him are determined rule breakers, we absolutely hate rules to the fullest and in search of everything that's hidden and out of reach, we've put ourselves at risk numerous times, like the time when we pretended to be heroin addicts to expose the heroin kingpin of the city, Ismail from Metiaburuj, it was easy for us since Suvranil Da and Sourojeet Da were both in the police force, Suvranil Da was the head of the detective department at Lalbazar, Sourojeet Da was the commissioner of police, so we had put contacts and me and him had solved multiple crimes across the city just for fun, we had our slips at times, the worst being a marijuana overdose which had led to both of us hallucinating and spending the entire night, sleepless at the Maidan, it was a pity that we didn't get robbed or killed, but we had had such close calls, but of course this was between me and him, I trusted this fella blindly because I knew he had his heart in the right place and he trusted me since he knew how much I loved and respected him.

But these were nothing compared to the case that was coming our way.

Ritwikda's phone rang, his caller tune was the intro to one of my favourite tunes, Back in Black by AC/DC. As soon as he saw it, his eyes brightened.

'Its Suvranil ', he told me as he picked up the call.

'Ya Suvranil....Yeah I'm in town....No nothing pretty much....Yeah he's here too....What no I haven't heard.....No Sourojeet hasn't told me anything.....Okay.....Come over to the scene ....Sure...... We'll be there within a half...