"Query?" a voice, neither human nor machine, whispered from the speakers.
High-resolution graphics for North Indian, South Indian, and circular charts.
The software whirred, the cooling fans sounding like a mantra. Suddenly, the map of the world overlaid onto the star chart. A pulsing golden light settled on a remote ridge in the Himalayas.
"Fast," Arjun noted, impressed. He pulled his tattered notebook from his pocket where he had scribbled his birth data: November 14th, 1984, 10:15 PM, New Delhi.
and died. When Vikram tried to reboot, the motherboard was fried. He realized then that seeking a shortcut to the heavens through a stolen portal