la_cynique
Atlantis
The curator of the National Museum, Delhi stared at Rohini incredulously. “You’re telling me, Miss Nair, that there is a parallel civilization existing in secret in India, with technology more advanced than the rest of the world?”
Rohini nodded.
“And you’re also saying that these people have spies everywhere and influence all the major decisions in our country?”
Rohini suppressed a grin as she nodded again.
“Do you realize how ludicrous you sound?”
“Sir, it’s all here in my father’s journal. With proof.” Rohini placed a worn-out book on the desk. “You knew my father, didn’t you?”
The curator cast the book a curious glance. “Of course. Dr. Nair’s discovery of the Mohenjodaro seals were crucial in translating the Indus inscriptions and improve our understanding of the Indus Valley civilization.”
“It is this very Indus Valley civilization that I’m talking about. Or should I say the erstwhile Indus Valley civilization. They now go by a different name. It’s widely believed that this civilization declined thousand of years ago. However, after studying the Indus inscriptions, my father came to the conclusion that they had simply migrated to another place and are still thriving in secret.”
“He got all that and the conspiracy theories from just the Indus inscriptions?”
Rohini frowned at the curator’s skeptical tone. “My father spent his entire life on solving the mystery of the Indus Valley civilization. If it’s proof you want, it’s all in here.” She pointed to the journal.
He considered her words. “Then why didn’t he publish his theory when he was alive? And what brings you to me?”
Rohini sighed. “Because he didn’t have one crucial proof; the exact location of this hidden civilization. But I believe I’ve a good lead. There is some untranslated text at the end of this journal. My father jotted it down during his expedition to Lothal, two weeks before his death. I need to translate it using the Mohenjodaro seals displayed in your museum.”
There were a few moments of silence before the curator said, “Tea or coffee?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Tea or coffee?” the curator repeated. “We’re going to have a long chat. Tell me everything, from the beginning.”
Rohini smiled. “Coffee would be lovely.”
~
Dr. Nair had died due to a mysterious fever; the doctors could never find the cause or cure. It had been all over the papers six month back.
The curator turned the journal around in his hand. He had asked Miss Nair to leave it on his desk before she’d left, saying that he was interested in reading it.
So trusting of her.
And so stupid.
He dumped the journal in the trash.
“Some secrets should remain secret.”
He looked at Miss Nair’s empty coffee cup. She had drunk the entire contents. The effects would start showing next morning.
He smirked. It was time to report to headquarters.
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The curator of the National Museum, Delhi stared at Rohini incredulously. “You’re telling me, Miss Nair, that there is a parallel civilization existing in secret in India, with technology more advanced than the rest of the world?”
Rohini nodded.
“And you’re also saying that these people have spies everywhere and influence all the major decisions in our country?”
Rohini suppressed a grin as she nodded again.
“Do you realize how ludicrous you sound?”
“Sir, it’s all here in my father’s journal. With proof.” Rohini placed a worn-out book on the desk. “You knew my father, didn’t you?”
The curator cast the book a curious glance. “Of course. Dr. Nair’s discovery of the Mohenjodaro seals were crucial in translating the Indus inscriptions and improve our understanding of the Indus Valley civilization.”
“It is this very Indus Valley civilization that I’m talking about. Or should I say the erstwhile Indus Valley civilization. They now go by a different name. It’s widely believed that this civilization declined thousand of years ago. However, after studying the Indus inscriptions, my father came to the conclusion that they had simply migrated to another place and are still thriving in secret.”
“He got all that and the conspiracy theories from just the Indus inscriptions?”
Rohini frowned at the curator’s skeptical tone. “My father spent his entire life on solving the mystery of the Indus Valley civilization. If it’s proof you want, it’s all in here.” She pointed to the journal.
He considered her words. “Then why didn’t he publish his theory when he was alive? And what brings you to me?”
Rohini sighed. “Because he didn’t have one crucial proof; the exact location of this hidden civilization. But I believe I’ve a good lead. There is some untranslated text at the end of this journal. My father jotted it down during his expedition to Lothal, two weeks before his death. I need to translate it using the Mohenjodaro seals displayed in your museum.”
There were a few moments of silence before the curator said, “Tea or coffee?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Tea or coffee?” the curator repeated. “We’re going to have a long chat. Tell me everything, from the beginning.”
Rohini smiled. “Coffee would be lovely.”
~
Dr. Nair had died due to a mysterious fever; the doctors could never find the cause or cure. It had been all over the papers six month back.
The curator turned the journal around in his hand. He had asked Miss Nair to leave it on his desk before she’d left, saying that he was interested in reading it.
So trusting of her.
And so stupid.
He dumped the journal in the trash.
“Some secrets should remain secret.”
He looked at Miss Nair’s empty coffee cup. She had drunk the entire contents. The effects would start showing next morning.
He smirked. It was time to report to headquarters.
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