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