At the bottom of the stairs, Urmila stopped for a moment, to regain her breath. 'Sonali-di,' she said, panting. 'Why are you coming with us? You don't have to come.' Sonali burst into laughter. 'Of course I'm coming with you,' she said.
'But why?' said Urmila. 'You don't know anything about this business.'
'There's something you don't know either,' Sonali said. 'What?'
'That Phulboni is my father,' said Sonali. 'With Phulboni and Romen gone, what will I stay for?'
A startled cry came floating down the stairwell. 'Oh my God!' the clerk's voice breathed. 'Phulboni is your father, madame? Oh my God' What will they say at the Film Society?'
They heard his footsteps pounding down the stairs and went running out to the street.
Murugan had already stopped a taxi. 'Quick,' he said to the driver. 'Sealdah – jaldi, as quick as you can.'
Chapter 44
AS THE TAXI lurched around a corner, on to Park Street, Murugan reached for Urmila's hand and sandwiched it between his.
'I want you to promise me something Calcutta,' he said.
'What?' said Urmila. 'What are you talking about?'
Murugan tugged urgently at her hand. 'Promise me, Calcutta,' he said. 'Promise me that you'll take me across if I don't make it on my own.'
Urmila's eyes widened. 'Make it where?' she said.
'Wherever. '
She laughed out loud, throwing back her head: 'I don't know what you're talking about.'
'But promise anyway,' Murugan insisted. 'Promise you'll take me, even if they want you to leave me behind?'
'Why would anyone want to leave you behind?' said Urmila. 'You're the only one who knows what's happened, what's happening. You said yourself that someone had gone to a lot of trouble to help you make connections.'
'That's just the problem,' said Murugan. 'My part in this was to tie some threads together so that they could hand the whole package over in a neat little bundle some time in the future, to whoever it is they're waiting for.'
'And how do you know it's not you they've been waiting for?'
'It can't be me,' said Murugan flatly. 'You see, for them the only way to escape the tyranny of knowledge is to turn it on itself. But for that to work they have to create a single perfect moment of discovery when the person who discovers is also that which is discovered. The problem with me is that I know too much and too little.'
'But who is it, then?' said Urmila.
'I wish I could tell you,' said Murugan. 'But I can't. In fact, I should be asking you that question.'
'What do you mean?' said Urmila.
'You still don't get it?' Murugan asked her, with a rueful half-smile.
'No,' said Urmila. 'I don't know what you're talking about.'
Murugan looked her in the eyes. 'Don't you see?' he said. 'You're the one she's chosen.' Urmila gasped. 'For what?'
'For herself.'
Suddenly, taking Urmila by surprise, Murugan fell to his knees, squeezing himself into the narrow leg space of the back seat. Bending low he touched his forehead to her feet. 'Don't forget me,' he begged her. 'If you have it in your power to change the script, write me in. Don't leave me behind. Please.'
Urmila laughed. She put a hand on his head and an arm around Sonali's shoulders. 'Don't worry,' she said. 'I'll take you both with me, wherever I go.'
Then she caught a glimpse of the taxi driver, craning his neck over the back of the seat, grinning salaciously.
'And you keep your eyes on the road,' she snapped. 'This has nothing to do with you.'
Chapter 45
'GUESS YOU DON'T remember me, huh?' the Head said to Antar. 'Your old pal from the Thai restaurant?'
'Murugan!' Antar cried.
'You said it,' said Murugan. 'It's me.'
'Is that really you?' said Antar.
'Sure is,' said Murugan. 'I've waited a long time to get in touch with you. I figured nothing would be quite as quick as that ID card.'
'But people have been looking for you for years,' said Antar. 'Where have you been?'
'I've asked you this before,' said Murugan. 'And I'll ask again. Are you sure you want to know?'
'Yes,' said Antar.
'OK, Ant,' Murugan said with a laugh. 'It's your funeral. All you've got to do to find out is pick up that gadget over there.'
The disembodied chin wagged in the direction of Antar' s Simultaneous Visualization headgear.
'You mean it's in there?' Antar gasped. 'But it can't be: nobody has access… '
'Guess we got in while the going was good,' said Murugan. 'Anyway it's all in there, waiting for you to hit the button.'
Slowly and deliberately, Antar reached for the headgear, slipped it on and clicked the visor into place, in front of his eyes. He tapped a key and suddenly a man appeared, walking down a wide road, beside a grey cathedral. He was wearing khaki trousers and a green baseball cap. It was Murugan. He stopped to look over his shoulder: dark threatening clouds were approaching across a wide green expanse. A minibus shot by, sending a plume of water shooting up from a puddle. Murugan began to run.
Antar shot a quick glance at the 'Time of Conversion' prompt, at the bottom of the three-dimensional wraparound image. It said 5.25 p.m. Antar gasped: that could only mean that someone had started loading the Sim Vis system at about the time that Ava stumbled upon Murugan's ID card.
Now Murugan was standing in the lobby of a large auditorium and two women were running up the stairs. They came closer and suddenly Antar recognized Tara except that she was in a sari. She was talking to Maria who was wearing a sari too.
He felt a cool soft touch upon his shoulder and his hand flew up to take off the Sim Vis headgear. But now there was a restraining hand upon his wrist, and a voice in his ear, Tara 's voice, whispering: 'Keep watching; we're here; we're all with you.'
There were voices everywhere now, in his room, in his head, in his ears, it was as though a crowd of people were in the room with him. They were saying: 'We're with you; you're not alone; we'll help you across.'
He sat back and sighed like he hadn't sighed in years.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I am very grateful to Raj Kumar Rajendran of the Department of Computer Sciences, Columbia University for his advice on certain details. I am especially indebted to Alka Mansukhani of the Department of Microbiology, New York University Medical Center: her ideas and support were essential to the writing of this book.
Amitav Ghosh
Amitav Ghosh is one of India ’s best-known writers. His books include The Circle of Reason, The Shadow Lines, In An Antique Land, Dancing in Cambodia, The Calcutta Chromosome, The Glass Palace, Incendiary Circumstances, and The Hungry Tide. His most recent novel, Sea of Poppies, is the first volume of the Ibis Trilogy. Amitav Ghosh was born in Calcutta in 1956. He earned a doctorate at Oxford before he wrote his first novel, which was published in 1986. The Circle of Reason won the Prix Medicis Etranger, one of France 's top literary awards, and The Shadow Lines won the Sahitya Akademi Award & the Ananda Puraskar. The Calcutta Chromosome won the Arthur C. Clarke Award for 1997 and The Glass Palace won the Grand Prize for Fiction at the Frankfurt International e-Book Awards in 2001. The Hungry Tide won the Hutch Crossword Book Prize in 2006. In 2007 Amitav Ghosh was awarded the Grinzane Cavour Prize in Turin, Italy.
