Cedric continued thinking, “Palas! Why does Palas resemble something of an omen? Why even I came across this page in my first notes? For the reason, I had simply noted this record for a future purpose? Or was I going to milk this cow like anything? What should I remember about Palas, other than throwing messages wrapped around heavy objects? Or like throwing a milkshake filled with concrete cinders?
“Why Palas? Why not some other name? Other familiar names associated with such acts tend to go down the memory hole and drain out into oblivion. But since, I noted this act, I know that the tactics are similar to what he used to implement. That hairless meso face. And, his countless heists with the superintendent. But still made me think that he was actually a victim of circumstances. Like how he vanished from the entire scene. Why?
“By victim of circumstances, I mean that he was caught in the crossfires of a societal battle. A battle, which wasn’t raged with bullets but weaponize the words, the innocent letters. These letters are innocent insofar they do not provoke substance of outrage, avarice, lust. Go on, add your own sin. Those petty letters, that triggered the bullet called Palas. Triggered him enough to do prison confessions.
“And, those confessions were also recorded in letters. Those letters must be framed to the wall. I don’t think they will make the wall dirty. Even by slight chance. But what happens when those words get reflected after a decade and a half. ‘Honor, honor, honor,…’ Feels like Shakespaere to me. As it would to thee. But bogus view that covers the beauty of the message, was that he called me to his business. He? Who he? Palas!?
“To my pretty first notes, that seize the opportunity to replay even after the gutter of oblivion swallowed a character in the confines. And for such a long time I haven’t heard a bit uttered from his mouth, let alone I know if he even still walking and breathing on this earth. He was young though at that time, but that doesn’t guarantee an eternal life on this earth.
“Or, may it be quite possible, he’s out now in the open. And does want to settle a score with me. And Chandra. Oh what a dunce! I haven’t even met Chandra all these years. The same analysis goes for him as well, as it was for Palas. Chandra, who landed one day, flying from Chhedi Jagan in a cargo plane. But to that account, I must remember what went well between us. Let me turn the leaves of these dire papers wayback they go…”