xii. Those receiving emails would have got the 'drift' of the situation.
First, there were reports of supposed disagreements between the White House in Washington DC and US Govt officials.
Several of Antara's former batchmates, from school and college, were discussed on the blog, with sincerity they had pursued their designated tasks.
Next, the focus shifted to the US Congress, it couldn't understand what the 'lease narrative' was about, who was Tina M?
Nothing sardonic, merely a genuine wonder, who discussed 'lease family in Ukraine'?
What was the 'lease family', why did it matter if it shifted to Ukraine?
Through 27 days of severe tumult, starting from June 1, 2026, Antara's 'narrative journey', which began from Oct 2018, came to an end.
"Killed by a Washington DC script," the 'minders' joked.
"And what a 'crackling' script at that," others said, referring to the way pork was cooked in certain countries.
The blog would continue, not to discuss the sincerity of the Bengali culture to which Antara belonged, but because the defence firms friendly towards right-wing political parties spread disinformation.
"It was like 'Chail' of Purulia, if the 'C' was silent, it turned into quite the hailstorm."
Why should the likes of Antara be defeated by legit lease info wielded by defence firms?
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Given their acute awareness of the counterculture movement of the 1960s, why did Ajit-Anjali agree to 1980-Mykolaiv, if they did so at all?
It was an anecdote that needed to be shared.
Antara was a few months old, she lived with her parents and sibling in north Bengal. As mentioned before, there was an orchard at the back, pineapples, plantains etc.
Beyond it, there were open fields, no human settlement, till one came to a mountain stream swiftly flowing down, then more open fields till the Himalayas started rising, these were the Shivalik ranges, below the snowline, thickly forested.
Ajit-Anjali were used to herds of elephants often breaking into the back orchard, making a nice meal out of the plantains, "elephants never picked single fruits, they took entire bunches from the trees", Anjali would say.
The elephants would break the fences on their way out, these had to be repaired.
Thus, on the night of the earthquake, before it started shaking, Anjali had got up, it was changing/feeding time, she turned on the light, went over to the table where the supplies were kept.
"The three of us slept on the bed, you (Antara) slept on the cot-cradle on the side of the room, you were always quiet and well-behaved, sleeping with the feeding bottle and pacifier by your side," Anjali had recounted later.
When suddenly, the earth started heaving, "I knew I had to reach the bed, where Ajit sat up, holding the older girl, but it was the lamp hanging from the ceiling, the way it was swinging, with such violence, I couldn't move."
You get the point? Research work on Nuremberg Trials was not so easily started and completed as some of us thought it would be.
Researching Nuremberg Trials was also researching the OSS, it might not fit into a two-year research programme.
The govt staff (mostly Nepalis) that lived on the premises had rushed to Ajit-Anjali's house, "Sir, neeche aa jao, dharti tol rahi hai"/Sir, Come down, the earth was heaving.
Ajit, who wasn't that conversant with Hindi, heard, "Sir neeche aa jao, haathi thel rahi hai"/Sir, come down, elephants were pushing the house.
Ajit wouldn't go down.
It was under such circumstances that Ajit-Anjali agreed to 1980-Mykolaiv, Ajit couldn't tolerate the marauding elephants at his house anymore.
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Antara had understood that 1980-Mykolaiv couldn't be effective or offer her any protection because of military conspiracies.
From the Housing kitchen in Asansol, she'd often observe a lone vulture sitting atop a tall tree, it indicated Operation Vulture, a 1954 US Plan to help the French forces at Dien Bien Phu, what was ultimately cancelled.
Thus, by the late 1980s, US honchos were urging their military, "Cancel 1980-Mykolaiv, it won't do for the NRIs."
It was followed by Operation Golden Pheasant (1988), a quick US troop deployment into Nicaragua, to deter the Sandinistas from crossing into the US.
Over the last few years, Antara had been told, "Reagan had categorised you as a Sandinista operative when you were in Class 3, then driven your best friend D***na out of school, so that you were never able to enter the US, as NRIs settled down to 'run' the world."
Later, as 'things were ending' for Antara as a news reporter in Kolkata, she had got a call from a Bengali Muslim journalist, about a story, he had come to her office to fetch her, then taken her to a crowded Dalhousie dive bar. Antara hadn't refused, "Usually, I don't go into Kolkata dive bars with Bengali Muslim men, but I was about to resign my job, what could go wrong?"
The Bengali Muslim man had ordered a Gold Spot, Antara had nothing, the darkness inside the bar not offering any clue about the bright afternoon outside, when the man had suggested a story about a hill in Purulia.
"No one knew about this hill, an artist had been working on it for decades, sculping small birds out of the hillside rockface. It was almost sculpted now, the hill was covered with small birds, they were about to take flight, no one wanted to write such stories, would you like to do a story about it?"
After a lifetime at the receiving end of Operation Vulture and Operation Golden Pheasant, did small birds appear scary?
No? Antara didn't think so either.
June 27, 2026.
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Dear Shabari,
It has been a while since I was able to reach out to you, the casements were barred when trouble brewed.
The Protege was facing her problems, she could assert in a way she had never asserted before, but the implications were different, given the lease. She agreed that you should receive the letter.
Surely you were aware, Shabari, that people worldwide received intelligence from Poland? In the months leading to the Protege learning to crawl, in her early childhood, her mother had been apprehensive. Their house at north Bengal (FACSIMILE, 'As things were ending', June 27, 2026) was made of wood, the Protege was not always watched by the carer-governess, what if she got a scratch/was wounded between the seams of wood?
"But the house, what finesse in the way the wood was polished, no unevenness, not one timber striation stood out," the Protege's mother would later say.
Sometimes, grown-ups crawl too, we've heard of them, Shabari, was it possible that the interests they represented had used Polish intelligence to set themselves up? So Poland was not the problem?
Who chose the site for the house?
The Protege's sibling was not much of an eater, she'd come back from school with the contents of her lunch box uneaten. When no one was looking, she found a beam/supporting pillar of wood, found some cracks on it and stashed away her 'luchis' there. Till several days later, their mother noted insects making their way to that secret stash of food.
Was that the problem? That the military often hid information with the Treasury, those of Jewish descent knew how to track it since their lives intertwined with that information, what was bothering the global Communist honchos?
What kind of behaviour was it, Shabari, when you were intolerant of the Jewish people three-quarters of a century after the Nazi Holocaust, you resented the information they accessed, but chose to blame Poland?
Was the world a Big Guessing Game, guess who I was resenting as of this day?
The Protege wouldn't be able to solve Noida beyond a point. All she knew was, if they visited Kolkata in the 1970s, Ajit-Anjali stayed at Sealdah "because the hotels were so cheap".
The Protege didn't even know if it was true, if Ajit-Anjali had really stayed at Sealdah. But it seemed to indicate that for a certain kind of British intelligence, legit lease used to be the only reliable financiers. Within the Guessing Game, why should individuals be held only for harassment?
Shabari, when the previous FACSIMILE blogpost was written, not one of us wanted to know the identity of the herd of elephants.
You had not seen the Protege when she was a young girl, devouring Kolkata's information, including on Katanga, which had broken away from Congo-Leopoldville from 1960 to 1963.
Having read about it, the Protege would go up to the kitchen and ask her mother, "You've heard of the Katanga Crisis?" merely to confirm it was not dubious information.
It was just as well she hadn't discussed Katanga at Brabourne, what would others think when Leopold Cafe Mumbai was attacked in Nov 2008, soon after the US Presidential elections?
The Protege got upset, disturbed, when those that didn't know how to manage investigations took over workplaces, because of reccos from Paris bankers.
DoD's Republican stalwarts gathered info against the Soviet Union, then these Republicans joined the Agency in the late 1970s, kept sending what they knew to a musician working at a northern Welsh grocery store.
At Housing, the Protege often accompanied her mother to a nearby grocery store, usually in the evenings, for purchases. "Not everyone bought like us, look at the unfortunate shop for groceries," the Protege's mother would say, "a pinch of turmeric, a tiny scoop of cooking oil, another pinch of salt, the generic 'masala' because they didn't know the names of Indian spices. It was for one meal, what they could afford, they'd buy again the next day."
If they had set up a workplace to fight Larry Bell and Asansol AG, Shabari, why didn't they admit to their frailty?
Why bluff? Why pretend to be honchos?
They didn't want to declare how scared Larsen and Benioff were of Larry Bell?
It would affect newsrooms, DoD would start ignoring them?
Yours ever,
Tia.
June 28, 2026.
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