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The<br />
BROWN BEAST<br />
SREYA SARKAR<br />
Colonel Bagchi glared at the ruined state of the mesh<br />
he had carefully canopied on a patch of soil with<br />
new seeds. It instantly curdled his early morning<br />
mood. He knew the culprit of course. It was the brown<br />
beast again, living in the woods behind his house, regularly<br />
feasting on the young saplings and greens he was trying to<br />
grow in his garden. He noticed muddy paw marks leading<br />
away from the patch towards the animal’s burrow, giving<br />
him all the evidence he needed.<br />
Brijesh Bagchi was a retired military officer, an ex-colonel,<br />
but people around him addressed him as Colonel Bagchi,<br />
even after ten years of his retirement. He had moved to a<br />
secluded town near the woods just a few miles from Darjeeling,<br />
following his retirement. After spending most of<br />
his life managing insurgencies and upheavals in the northeastern<br />
part of India, he had seen enough bloodshed to<br />
grow a permanent aversion towards mankind. His straight<br />
and sturdy body had not grown tired but his mind had<br />
aged and needed rest. When he moved into the old cottage,<br />
with creaky floors and drafty windows, that he had<br />
bought on a whim a few years ago, his grown-up children<br />
were aghast at the prospect of him living alone. Colonel<br />
Bagchi though was rather obstinate about his decision.<br />
After his wife passed away, he realized that he was not obligated<br />
to spend time with human kinds, but little did he<br />
know that there were creatures other than human beings<br />
that could wreck his world as well. They seemed harmless,<br />
a part of the bountiful nature around him, but now<br />
the squirrels and birds and especially a brown hare—the<br />
brown beast, were proving to be quite a challenge for his<br />
happy existence.<br />
The extra space around his cottage had given him an opportunity<br />
to nourish his gardening skills. He soon went on<br />
from growing easy vegetable plants to Magnolias and Orchids,<br />
the activity giving him a sense of discipline that he<br />
was used to in his career. Colonel Bagchi discovered that<br />
he enjoyed gardening. There was something about touching<br />
the soft wet soil that gave him the satisfaction of doing<br />
something worthwhile with life. He had seen so many people<br />
getting killed in combat that he felt refreshingly optimistic<br />
to see saplings raise their young head from Earth. The green<br />
shoot breaking through the topsoil was a celebration of life<br />
over death, creation over destruction, somewhat like Earth’s<br />
triumph over mankind’s destructive nature.<br />
He muttered under his breath following the paw track with his<br />
eyes. This was the second time this week that the hare had disrupted<br />
his plan to grow his garden. To take his mind off the disturbance,<br />
he rode into the nearest big town with his gardener<br />
to get new seeds from the nursery, along with his daily grocery<br />
and medicines. His pension money was enough to support his<br />
simple lifestyle and that made him feel happy and independent.<br />
The next morning, he caught the brown beast staring at him<br />
with an open audacity. He pretended to concentrate on the<br />
newspaper in front of him but looked at the animal surreptitiously<br />
every now and then. It hopped towards the tomato<br />
patch and started chewing on a low hanging tomato with a<br />
natural ferocity that made Colonel Bagchi fume with indignation.<br />
It was as if the beast was mocking him with his decided<br />
impudence. Such was the degree of his annoyance that he<br />
took out his rifle and cleaned it thoroughly instead of cleaning<br />
his cluttered study, as he had planned to do the night before.<br />
As Ashwini the cook, came to discuss his meals for the day, he<br />
seemed distracted. The grumpy middle-aged cook planted her<br />
hands on her hips and let out an exasperated breath. Colonel<br />
Bagchi was not in a mood to stand yet another soul’s insolence<br />
that morning, so he said quietly, “If you are such a hurry always,<br />
you don’t need to cook at all. You take what I owe you<br />
and disappear for good.”<br />
Ashwini blinked a few times and retreated from her bold<br />
stance. “Something seems to be bothering you. What is it?”<br />
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