A bookshop in Calcutta's park road. Govt Bipin chowdhury noses round for his favourite food regimen of thriller fiction. Flipping by means of titles, he notices a person's fastened stare on him. 'Do not you acknowledge me, Mr. Bipin chowdhury ? ' The person asks. 'No, I do not,' replies Bipin curtly. The stranger is amazed.
