10 am
Andaman, India
Vinayak was getting ready for work. He was a well built man of about 5 9’ with a wheatish complexion and a dark moustache that contrasted with his face. His black hair were neatly combed backwards. Though tall enough he looked short because of his stocky figure which was result of his daily prctises of mallakhamba and wrestling.
Today he had to sea-dive for studying coral reefs for his new research project. His SCUBA gear was ready.
He hastily poured milk in a bowl full of cornflakes at the same moment the door bell rang. He opened the door. A postman was standing holding a brown parcel in his hands.
11:20
City Hospital, Goa
Dr.Carol had just assisted Dr. Vyom, a reknown cardiac surgeon in a surgey. She was genuinely happy because it was really an achievement for her. She came out of the OT and walked towards the coffee hut.
She got herself a coffee and was thinking about the complexities of the just done surgery.
Carol was a tall girl of about 5 6”, a fair complexion and curly black hair having all the feature of an anglo-indian. She was beautiful.
Carol was busy in her thoughts when she heard someone calling, It was Lavina the receptionist.
‘Carol you have got a parcel by your name’.
12:00
Bhabha Atomic Research Centre, Mumbai
Naaz was working on a new composition for moderators of atomic reactors. Last year she worked for a pharmaceutical company. This year her application for working with BAARC was approved and this had given her the opportunity to combine her chemistry knowledge with physics.
Naaz had the looks of snow white, at around 5 4”, she was a really beautiful girl, a perfect example of beauty with brains.
She was busy working when her assistant came with a packet.
“Madam ji, you have received a parcel by your name.”
12:30
Bangalore, India
‘Thank you mam for solving my problem’, The young man sitting in front of Laxmi got up from his chair. She looked at him as he left. She was a counselor, a psychologist working in infosis and it was her job to counsel company people. Employees in tech companies can go through stressful situations and it was her job to relieve them and help them. She liked her job.
She had a dusky complexion with a long serene face. Her waist long hair were tied in a bun. She wore specs with a golden rim which suited her face.
She sighed and relaxed leaning back on her chair and was thinking of pouring a cup of coffee for herself from the thermos flask kept on the table when the office boy came in with a brown packet in hand.
‘Madam, parcel for you.
1:25 pm
IIT Delhi
‘Kindly complete the assignments and submit tomorrow’, Aditya told the students, we shall discuss the rest in the next class. He came out of the classroom. He was assistant professor of quantum mechanics in IIt Delhi.
Aditya was around 5’ 11’’ usually dressed formally as a professor should. He had a French beard in order to make him look more mature in front of the students.
He entered his department and reached his table. A brown parcel was kept on the table.
3:40 pm
Chandigarh, India
Jeet was sitting in his cabin with his feet on the table. With the remote control, he was flipping channels on the television. Owning a company means not much of a job. He owned a auto-mobile spare parts company along with his uncle.
Just 4 months ago he had joined the company after doing an MBA in Human Resource Management. But it was of no use. Uncle loved him too much to let him do any work; all he had to do was to give attendance in the office. He was still flipping channels when Ruchi his secretary came along with a brown packet.
1 am,
Udaipur, Rajasthan
DJ Pyro was playing. The crowd was moving to his beats. Pyro was a new addition to Insomnia but still he had become a craze. He set the turntable to auto. It was time for DJ Nisarga to take over. Pyro left the stand and came to the parking where his cruiser bike was waiting. I was his seventh job in the year, last one was in a news channel. DJ Pyro, Shakti thought and smiled,… he liked that name. He sat on his cruiser bike rode his way back home.
Shakti was around 6 feet tall, well built with silver ear rings. And the bike suited perfectly on him. He reached home. On the door step he found a brown packet. The parcel had arrived.
Shakti opened the brown packet. There was a cardboard box inside which had :
A letter
A phone and a sim card
A handheld GPS device
A flight ticket to Dehradun
Shakti read the letter…
Dear Shakti,
Don’t you feel that you are special? You know you are different but how that you haven’t figured out. Isn’t it? Come to me and I will answer all your questions.
Waiting for you eagerly,
Professor
Shakti threw the letter and started packing his bag. DJ job had bored the hell out of him. He picked up the air ticket from the box and tore it. He was going to ride to Dehradun.
Packing his bag he was thinking about the letter and the professor guy unaware of the fact that there were others who had received similar letters.
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