Professor Deep Narayan Mishra turned around and glared at his wife.

“I tell you, “No listening any further to this mad man. Let’s get out and continue the search”.

Antrima lifted her fingers to her lips and half whispered, “Have patience.  We’ve done all. What’s the harm in doing what he says? After all it’s our child’s life”.

Her voice, a soft caress seemed to have melted, albeit temporarily, the rage in her husband’s eyes for he shrugged his shoulders and murmured, “Ok, if that’s what you want.”

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