While conceiving the character of ACP Agni Mitra, I was very clear that he would be anything but a larger-than-life, infallible law enforcement machinery. I wanted a detective who would go about his job as a homicide investigator with a smart, analytical mind solving the trickiest of cases, but at the end of the day would be like anyone of us.
At times he wished he had a girlfriend, just so that he could flaunt one, if and when he ran into Medha. He imagined the scene, scripted in his mind an exchange that would follow, and then wiped out those images from his mind, laughing to himself.
There were days when he remembered her affairs and her decision to walk out of the marriage and he felt extreme rage. And then there were days when his eyes turned moist when he heard a romantic song they had listened together in happier times. Agni was beginning to come to terms with that inconsistency in his feelings for her, now that they would never be together again. There was nothing he could do about the unpredictability of his feelings for that woman. He had better learn to accept them.
Agni had loaded his car with CDs of flippant dance numbers to escape from such mood swings for good.”
Agni tried to calculate how many times they had made love. There was no way to figure out. Did she keep track? She would often surprise Agni by effortlessly quoting from memory the number of days that had passed since the last time they had made love. The intervals would most often be several weeks mostly because Agni had been too tired after his work or had been away from home investigating a murder. Which meant she did keep track. How did she? Did she write down the dates somewhere? Did she make tally marks?”