CYCLE
- Joydip Datta
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The story is on Debojeet, Debojeet Sinha. Deepanjan Sinha is his Grandpa. This is 2070 and the story is not a science fiction.

The story starts in the year 2006. It was the day after the marriage ceremony of Deepanjan with Suchismita Roy, his grandma. They were going to have a honeymoon in Darjeeling but a landslide prevented them.

* * *

“So, Suchi, finally we’re going to Digha” – said Deepanjan.

“Oh No! Deep, not Digha please. I have gone to the seas three times before. And I personally don’t like the seas that much.” –said Suchi.

“Hey! What’s the problem? We will not go to the sea. OK?”

After a good deal of discussion they finally accepted Digha for their honeymoon.


“At last we are at Digha. How do you feel Suchi?”

“Not bad!”

“Things will be better when we will be inside the hotel room.”

After a pause of one second or two, Deep again started,

“Well! Suchi, I hope you’ll understand. The moment that passes on does not come back. But we can surely try to sustain our good moments.”

“What do you mean?” – said Suchi, who somehow could guess what he meant.

“I mean to say that I want to catch our whole deeds in my handy cam and want to keep it for us when time will fade away our passion.”

“Good Heavens! You mean to say you want to make a porn movie out on us!” – Suchi said angrily.

Although Suchi showed anger in the out side, internally she also wanted that thrill. But she was somehow reluctant. Partly because she was not sure if her morality supported the act, partly because she was pretty anxious and mostly because she had a fear that if the video somehow went public, then it will ruin their life. She had watched some porn which was actually private videos of couples and later came in bazaar.

Suchi continued, “Can you imagine, what will happen if the video goes public?”

“That will never happen” said Deep. “I will personally edit the movie in my computer. No third person will know anything about this. We will keep the video in a password protected archive with 12 digit password. First six digits will be yours and the last six digits of the password will be mine. The video can not be opened without both of us.”

This time Suchi looked pretty convinced. She agreed.

The full charm of their love kept secure inside a 12 digit password protected archive in a very personal CD ROM.

No, that video never became public. It remained in their heart as a constant charm of their youth. It remained as a sustained glory of their love. It remained as the most precious possession of both of them.

* * *

Time rolled on. Debojeet, Grandson of Deepanjan Sinha, only son of his only son is 20 now and his grandpa is 80.

The health of his grandma Suchismita Sinha is not pretty well these days. Her time in this earth has ended. She is waiting for her call.

When the call is issued, the concerned person can feel that. So does Suchismita. Knowing her end, she called Deepanjan and said,

“Now… dear… it is the time … when I should … I should disclose my part of password to you.”

“No! No Suchi! Don’t say that way. It hurts.”

With a dull smile Mrs. Sinha replied, “Now when I will not be there, you should be able to open the archive on your own. You must not be deprived of your most precious possession”

There were only tears for Deepanjan.

That night, Mrs. Suchismita Sinha passed away.

* * *

Debojeet, eventually, overheard every thing from behind the curtain. He could guess what the precious possession was. For many days he noticed that his grandpa had a CD which he always kept with himself wherever he goes. Debojeet suspected that there must be some thing very interesting. He had even managed to steal the CD for some hours and made a copy for himself but could not break the password. All those things happened out of childish curiosity.

But after hearing his Grandma’s last lines that day, he was pretty sure that the CD must contain something special. He became desperate on it. On the very night, he tried to open the CD with grandma’s 6 digit password. But it did not open.

* * *

There was something grandpa was searching all the day. It was a diary in which he had written his part of password. His ageing brain was unable to remember or he could not rely on the ability of his ageing brain so he had written the password on his business diary. (The diary was of the year when he last worked in his business before handing over all the matters to his son.) And he could not remember where he left the diary. So, he called his best friend, his grandson Debojeet.

Deepanjan could not imagine that Debojeet could do any thing with the fragment of the password. So he did not hesitated in asking Debojeet to search his Diary.

In the diary, most entries were business appointments et cetera. But Debojeet found the fragment of the password there as his grandpa did nothing to hide. He quickly noted the six digits and handed the diary over to his grandpa.

* * *

That night with a little try, Debojeet opened the CD archive with the two fragments of the passwords. He previously thought that there may be Account details of the various bank accounts of his grandpa in the CD. But instead of any route to hidden treasure, he found a video file there.

With a bit of hesitation, he opened the file. In the first few second he could not get what actually was going on. But in some time he grasped every thing. He wanted to stop it. But he could not. He felt it is extremely immoral to see his grandpa and late grandma that way. Yet, he hardly could stop it. He watched it on and on and on until he dropped his load.

Right after that moment a strong feeling of guilt clinched him. He was proven to be immoral before himself. He could not guess how he could do that. It was not right. It was not right. He was deep upset.

After some minutes he gradually recovered. In this phase he became worried. Worried about how he could expiate.

He went to his grandpa and confessed everything.

As long as you live in this earth, time makes you more durable, experience and knowledge makes you more stable, age makes you more liberal. When Debojeet was going to his grandpa for confession, he thought that his grandpa will react heavily upon it and will probably not keep any relation with him. But this was not what happened. After knowing all the matters Deepanjan placed a soft hand of support on the shoulder of his grandson and said,

“Don’t worry; there is nothing wrong in it. Things will be ok. Very soon” He continued, “Curiosity on its own is not evil; grandson. It opens the path of knowledge. But what matters is how you use the knowledge.”

“But… But I … I couldn’t stop it. I watched it all through my very eyes, God damned eyes”

“No! No my son! Don’t curse yourself that way. Very few people in this earth have full control over his mind. After all we are all common people.”

That night, after so many years, Debojeet slept in his grandpa’s room.

* * *
Ring… Ring
Ring… Ring

“Hi! Deb. What’s up?” a girl receives Debojeet’s call recognizing his number in the CLI of her mobile.

“Hi, Meghna, I called you for something. Can go to River View Resort in Diamond-Harbour with me for three days?”

“Hey! That’s pretty naughty… Err… Ok, I’ll go” –said Meghna.


“At last we are at Diamond-Harbour. How do you feel Meghna?”

“Not bad!”

“Things will be better when we will be inside the hotel room.”
After a pause of one second or two, Deb again started,

“Well! Meghna, I hope you’ll understand. The moment that passes on does not come back. But we can surely try to sustain our good moments.”

“What do you mean?” – said Meghna, who somehow could guess what he meant.
“I mean to say that I want to catch our whole deeds in my handy cam and want to keep it for us when time will fade away our passion.”

“Good Heavens! You mean to say you want to make a porn movie out on us!” – Meghna said angrily.

Meghna continued, “Can you imagine, what will happen if the video goes public?”

“That will never happen” said Deb. “I will personally edit the movie in my computer. No third person will know anything about this. We will keep the video in a password protected archive with 12 digit password. First six digits will be yours and the last six digits of the password will be mine. The video can not be opened without both of us.”

This time Meghna looked pretty convinced. She agreed.