The conversation with the head editor was finished, he took some of the salaries from the accounts, where he could at least earn it for the family.

Sohail, walked out of the office. In the middle of the empty street, he was stepping to the footpath. All of a sudden, four aggressive hooligans approached him aggressively. They were shocked and speechless, while looking at the journalist. Sohail was petrified, but the hooligan leader kneeled down with a humble expression. That surprised him in such a manner, that he might have 'forgotten' what has done in the past. The hooligans wore some colorful shirts tucked in with their trousers, while the lead had the long hair and the mustache, wearing sunglasses the other goons just had long shirts.

"My brother, my guru!" overjoyed the leader.

"What guru?" asked Sohail.

"Guru, you have helped me during my odds! How can't I be grateful?" begged the leader.

"What exactly happened? Who are you?" said Sohail.

The leader looked surprised. Looking at both of their men, whispering and asked the smartest of them. Judging by the expression of the eyes, the intelligent one was surprised to understand the 'time travel'. That identification did shocked the leader as well. It was because, Sohail's certain way of speaking had been changed, while some forms of dialect were not in the 80s, as it was on the 90s. The style of walking in the 80s were the era of simplicity with the rage of the gangsters, while the 90s became the stylish era of the 'real romantic heroes'.

"Chikku bhai, he is not our guru!" said the smart one.

"What do you mean he's not our guru?" asked the leader.

"He's from the another universe" said the smart one.

"Gyankosh, what nonesense are you talking about? How could you simply guess that?" exclaimed the leader, Chikku Bhai.

"According to our 'Guru' book, people from the other dimensions, could posess a family or some pretty close to them. Haven't you see how is he speaking? Or walking? No one usually walks too strangely than the other time or dimension, there" said Gyankosh.

Sohail, as Jawad properly looked at him, when the goon unveiled his glasses. Jawad felt familiar to Chikku Bhai's face. He looked like his best friend, Kochu's father. Was he the former goon? Now the sweetshop owner? Sohail cleared his throat louder than expected.

"I remember Sohail dada to be the upright person but, how could he be that hippy from America?" whispered Gyankosh.

Chikku Bhai quickly believed in it.

"Well, dada, I think, you are from the other dimension, aren't you? Who are you? You are not our guru" interrogated Chikku Bhai. "WHO ARE YOU?!"

Chikku Bhai screamed and held the collar. Sohail overheard the conversation right before Chikku bhai's choking.

"WHO ARE YOU?! WHICH YEAR ARE YOU FROM?" screamed Chikku Bhai.

"I...AM...YOUR...FUTURE...SON'S...BEST...MATE!" Jawad huffed.

Chikku Bhai's rage calmed down. It's because it was the matter of his child that he need to understand. Since then, Chikku Bhai's aggresive heart softens a bit. "Which year?", asked Chikku Bhai gently.

"Ninteen ninty-nine, the year of romanticism and the rise of the post-modern Dhaka city" said Jawad.

"Who is the president?" asked Chikku Bhai.

"As you are asking about the president, in reality, the prime minister is setting the whole run"

"Who?"

"The daughter of the renowned Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, the father of the nation!"

Chikku Bhai got shocked.

"MY PREDICTION WAS RIGHT! He really is from 1999" said Gyankosh.

Chikku Bhai and the third hooligan were shocked due to the prediction as well as the detailed down 'time travel'. Those guys might be hooligans but Gyankosh was the only one to go to the library despite the fact that he was a college dropout. Hence, a lot of 'classy' people in the library used to get annoyed by his loud and obnoxious appearance, which only few accepted it, especially the librarian.

"By the way, Mr. Gyankosh can you tell me which book have you read about the astral projection?" asked Sohail.

"Projection of the Astral Body by Sylvia Muldoon and Hereward Carrington, 1929 and Of Other Worlds: Essays and Stories, 1975 by C.S.Lewis, Hoopper and Walter" explained Gyankosh.

Everyone, even Chikku and Sohail were surprised.

"EXTREMELY ACCURATE!" said Sohail.

"Anyway, let me explain the incident...

The simple Sohail and the retro-esque Saleem went to the Minar Manzil, to investigate the murder of the beautiful Kohinoor Banu, before her dead body was discovered. Therefore, Saleem and Sohail got out of the fort, saw three goons coming on its way: Chikku and Gyankosh. Chikku looked aggressive.

"Why are you traspassing this manzil? Do you know who I am? I am the caretaker of the manzil and the president of this area! If you trasspassing this fucking area, you will be stabbed to death! " interrogated Chikku by pointing a knife at Saleem and Sohail.

"We..we..are...just...roaming around" stammered Saleem scared by Chikku's aggresive face.

"Roaming?" said Chikku.

Sohail got out the 'MacGyver's sharp Swiss blade and pointed at Chikku. They got scared as their pants got into pee.

"Hands up and drop your weapons!" commanded Sohail.

Chikku and Gyankosh were so scared that they pissed off their pants and got trashed by Sohail and Saleem.

"Tell me who disappeared Kohinoor Banu?" screamed Sohail.

"I don't know!" scared Sohail.

"It's...some...students...who...are taking the phensidyl" stammered Gyankosh.

"Then take us to the police station!" commanded Saleem.

Sohail and Saleem threatened the Chikku and Gyankosh. Their open-roof jeep took them to the police station. Then both showed the photographs, fingerprints and witness (Chikku and Gyankosh) to the police, that found out that the skeleton of Kohinoor Banu was found.

...Since then, we have taken you to the long way of Dhaka and you are now my guru...Unfortunately, when I came to know that Saleem passed away... We are mourned with the candles, lighting right in front of the portrait of Saleem and we were the ones to bring your fainted body" said Chikku and Gyankosh.

Sohail looked amazed for the loyalty of the 'hooligans'.

Suddenly, Sheela pulled the rickshaw and stopped, the goons ran away as such that they got into the public toilet. Her rough but beautiful appearance stroke the goons but made the simplistic Sohail indifferent but shocked that why Chikku bhai and gang ran away.

"What?" snapped the luscious Sheela.

Sohail rubbed his eyes and cleared the face.

"Nothing, just curious" answered Sohail.

Sohail mounted on the rickshaw. The rickshaw started to ride off and the breeze made the smooth impression of the romantic waves, coming out of the blue. Romance is like a potato to every story, am I right? Not all romance though, unless it's necessary.

"Well, what these these hooligans want from you? Mr. Top Journalist?" asked Sheela.

"Aah...I guess, nothing much other than some advise on the investigation towards their land" lied Sohail.

"Maybe, something more that most of us don't admit in secret" smiled the joyous Sheela with her thick native Chittagong accent.

"Anyway, what are you doing the whole day?" asked Sohail.

"Just gave some ride to some other passengers. It was an old sweet lady, who gave me a bundle of flowers" said Sheela."I saved her life from being beaten by some youngsters from the alley"

Sohail smiled with the joy and victory to steal her heart, apparently.