The figure looked up, and I saw that it was an old man with a kind face and piercing eyes.
The old man smiled, and gestured for me to follow him.
“Eken Babu,” I said, trying to contain my excitement.
But one thing is certain: Eken Babu is a man of
Finally, we arrived at a small, unassuming house on the outskirts of the docklands. The old man knocked on the door, and a moment later, it was answered by a man who looked exactly like the pictures I had seen.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized that I might finally have found what I was looking for.