‘We never en­vi­sioned the ter­ror that would tear us apart ’

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DWIDEN BRAHMA is my best friend from school. In class IV, he read out horoscopes to the boys from a lit­tle book he car­ried in his pocket. He had a fas­ci­na­tion for the oc­cult and black magic. He be­lieved the world was just like in the DC comic se­ries. In class VIII, he gifted me a copy of Mary Shel­ley’s Franken­stein for my birthday. He hated to be an en­gi­neer and would have rather stud­ied fash­ion de­sign­ing. Years af­ter fin­ish­ing school, we are still as close.

When­ever I vis­ited his home in Dhubri, he forced me to stay over at his place, and his mother would pre­pare a de­li­cious meal of mut­ton cooked with leafy veg­eta­bles. Dwi would talk about his life at NIFT, his lat­est crushes and his de­sire to be­come a fash­ion jour­nal­ist. When we were in Delhi, we would try new places to have Chi­nese food, buy books and visit his film­maker aunt in the city. Dwi’s par­ents and his aunt treated me with love and af­fec­tion when­ever I met them.

That evening, when Dwi’s aunt, Ra­jni Ba­sumatary,

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