Elementary! My Dear Watson.
As a child, I always fancied being Sherlock Holmes or ব্যোমকেশ বক্সী . I always imagined myself in the role of one. I easily portrayed myself in a coat, hat and pipe in one hand. I am rushing down the stairs, and as I blow a whistle, a coachman draws his coach and waits for me to jump in. As a kid, I also directed most of my fictitious letters ( as a part of academics) to 221B Baker Street. This year, when I was heading down to London, Baker Street was obviously on my bucket list. It was a summer evening. Trust me, it was hot in London. There was no chill. I took the subway and got off at Baker Street station. I walked for a couple of minutes only to find I was standing in front of 221B Baker Street. I needed to pinch myself. Good Lord! this is no dream. I am seriously in front of his house. The greatest detective ever. After following a short queue, I climbed up the stairs. I wondered if the maestro could hear the squeaks and describe everything about me. The ne...
