Confessions at Black Grave By Niyaz Khan

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Publisher Indra Publishing
ISBN 9789382518723
Author: Niyaz Khan
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respect to accuracy or completeness of the contents of this book and shall not be liable for any errors, omission or damages arising out of use of this information. Dispute if any related to this publication is subject to Bhopal Jurisdiction.
To Farooque and Saif
Acknowledgement This book would not have happened had my dear friend Anuj Khare not suggested the plot for the book. So first, thank you Anuj. I m grateful to Manish Gupta for providing such an excellent platform for this book. And thanks are in order to my editor Shivani Mathur for all her hard work and toil. All of you together made this book possible
Confessions at Black Grave
Confessions at Black Grave
Confessions at Black Grave
The tired night dragged on in a drunken haze, everything shrouded in darkness and silence. A creepy hush had spread to every corner of the colossal courtyard of J M Hospital Bombay. A lone, dirt flecked tube light hung from two rusty iron chains on the left corner, moths swirling around it, as it grudgingly spat out its light. A watchman was slouching on the wooden chair by the wrought-iron gate, a bamboo stick propped against his shoulder beside him. His black springy hair protruded from his stiff collars. His head was hidden behind the duty cap. A little perforation over it showed the guard s poverty. A bitch was sleeping under his chair with her head wedged between his legs. The patients were asleep inside the hospital. A nurse was dozing off on the outdoor-patient s counter. Her hair was tied like a bun which rested at the nape of her neck, looking like dough. In the sprawling foyer the benches and chairs were stark naked like the poor children of the slum. The transparent large glass door was ajar. It was close to midnight at intervals the patient s grunts, groaning and moaning wafted through the windows. Suddenly, the shrill siren of a white ambulance disturbed the inmates.