Ananto Mozumdar knew he’d bought those 20-year governmentbonds, way back in 1984, but for the life of him he couldn’t rememberwhere he’d kept them. The demand notice for the last ballooninstallment for the poky little third floor DDA flat had arrived, and hedidn’t have enough in his bank account to meet it. He simply
tofind those bonds! The last date of payment was only a fortnight away.So he reverted to daydreaming, which was his way of reachingsomething beyond himself.Long ago, he had stumbled upon the technique by accident,when he used to daydream about her. He found that it also triggeredoff the poems, screenplays, and stories he wrote.
was obviouslythe catalyst, which was why he never claimed the credit for creatinghis work, only acknowledging that he was the recipient of inspiration.His tales came to him from another dimension of thought andexistence that he had found...thanks to her. He was simply a mediumfor the words that winged their way to him from that other shore. Allhe had to do was to hammer away at the keyboard as they wrotetheir way out of him. That was why he always laid the credit for hisoutput—poor, average, or indifferent—squarely at her door. Thingsfought their way out of him because
had chosen to release itthrough him. He was less of a writer than a transcriber, an idea thatothers took as a fantastic surfeit of modesty. But it wasn’t: it wassimply the truth. He didn’t care whether anyone believed it or not. That’s the way it was.He closed his eyes and relaxed, turning the problem of themissing bonds over to his subconscious mind, relaxing his tensetrapezius and abdominal muscles. Then he concentrated at a pointbetween his eyebrows where, he had read, the third eye resided. The Tibetan mystic, Lobsang Rampa, claimed to have succeeded inopening his third eye, but Mr. Mozumdar had found his detailedaccount highly confusing if not totally implausible.Mr. Mozumdar had laughed heartily when he’d read that book.But that had been long ago, in the 20
century. It was anothercentury now, and scientists had uncovered many mysteries about themind and the nervous system. Some even claimed to have found aspot in the brain that, if stimulated, evoked visions of ‘God’ andenabled conversations with him. One hardly knew the differencebetween science and religion any more, thought Ananto Mozumdar;the two appeared to over-lap more and more.Scientific achievements at the cutting edge of research into thenature of matter and reality were explained to laymen in the form of mystical expositions studded with metaphors and unintelligible Zen
, while religious texts were interspersed with the symbols and