When I was giving a hearing to the morning news on television, the telephone knelled until I greeted it
‘Hello’
‘Hello! Mr. Karmakar’
‘Yes’
‘Mr. Adhikari here.’
He who would never talk with me directly, he who wanted to set his foot on my neck and rise up the ladder of success,(the thought of him) was making my blood burning, turning my voice into a fountain of anger.
‘What do you want?’
‘I want you to stop your nonsense.’
‘That’s your own’
And replaced the receiver. A brief conversation- with my rival, who could think to kill me anytime for success. Our business, common;....