SANCTUARY- Novel-Part-1

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The projected area was close to the white structure that was disguised by a brier and an array of birches. The watchman had a smile that revealed his shrewdness of observation and he was nonchalant rather than rude,generally speaking, but they said he was a good man. While walking, the elder crushed the stone beneath his footwear with extraordinary vigour as if he offered vent to a mysterious malignity. The little granules in his eyes that started late made him uneasy at interludes and a part of the sharp change he made in his lifestyle was past anybody’s comprehension. He had a stick with a metallic edge which he used routinely not for its right reason but to demonstrate that he could act nimbly and may be superior to anybody, his imaginary foe he saw in those afternoon slumbers. In his dreams, he seldom lost a duel. This was not due to any special upbringing, but his recent changes of thought he acquired in his recent company that was a horde of competitors for a trophy. He took in the courtyard under yew trees and the use of a wand is to strike and the goal could be anything. It does not by and large make a difference. Every end of the week he went for wrestling contests, and he hoped it made him lose a few pounds around his tummy walls. But otherwise, he was happy. He did not laugh often but when he did so, the whole room reverberated with the sounds and since his room was close to the jetty and the workers often shouted outside the well-framed walls, it's all mixed together in a ludicrous orchestra, a new symphony yet to create……Today is Saturday. His day off from labour. But he did not dodge activity altogether, as he desired to be in touch with some former buddies of his college, and though he dropped out miserably, he still kept his connections. One was the undersecretary who was amongst his gang of mirth finders when they used to go to the town and later in the movie in a multiplex and later still for a late supper with sleazy liquor after which all involved in irrelevant symposia. The undersecretary too. It was quite late that he qualified for the civil examination, in the third attempt and step by step advanced to the cadre of the undersecretary.People like him, he maintained associations. First just the pleasure of meeting an old mate, but later for mutual help, as his wife got a posting to the current town because of his recommendation, and he will go to their house or send his nephew to collect their electricity and water dues and pay them in time……This is all about our watchman. But our story is something else. It obviously tells the story of three girls in a mental asylum, not at a time old, but in the recent era. That was the manner in which he appeared a cultivated 1