A bookshop in Calcutta's park street. Executive Bipin chowdhury noses around for his favorite diet of mystery fiction. Flipping through titles, he notices a man's fixed stare on him. 'Don't you recognize me, Mr. Bipin chowdhury ? ' The man asks. 'No, I don't,' replies Bipin curtly. The stranger is amazed.
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A bookshop in Calcutta's park street. Executive Bipin chowdhury noses around for his favorite diet of mystery fiction. Flipping through titles, he notices a man's fixed stare on him. 'Don't you recognize me, Mr. Bipin chowdhury ? ' The man asks. 'No, I don't,' replies Bipin curtly. The stranger is amazed.
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