The wind blew cold. Mr. Advent landed his bag and luggage with a thud at the reception hall of the guest house located on the top of the foothill. Advent, a traveller in his early thirties, had come for a vacation visit to Shimla. A wintry dusk beckoned him. Ordering a single-bedded room, he made his way upstairs to the second floor and unlocked the door to Room No 33. The corridor was long and his room being at the far end of it, a clear view of the night sky outside was visible through his window.