The White Rose !
The 1990s in Asansol, a town nestled in West Bengal, hummed with the rhythms of daily life—the clang of iron on iron from the railway yards, the scent of fried snacks wafting from street vendors, and the ceaseless chatter of pedestrians weaving through narrow lanes. Amidst this backdrop, Afzal, a young man of twenty-one, strode through the marketplace, his mind lost in the mundane routines of life. He was the son of a local restaurant owner, accustomed to the predictable cycle of serving steaming kebabs and parathas to weary travelers and daily laborers. Afzal was a carefree soul, always moving through life with a smile, unburdened by worries. He spent his days running errands for his father’s restaurant, greeting familiar faces, and exchanging jokes with vendors in the bustling marketplace. Life had always been predictable, until one afternoon when everything changed. As he crossed the road near the local high school, the wheels of a rickshaw rattled against the ...