An American buys a yakshi head stolen from a Bhubaneshwar temple and subsequently dies in a plane crash. Trying to prevent the smuggling of priceless sculptures out of India, Feluda follow the lead.
Mason thought today was going to be like every other day. He did not suspect that when he laid down for a rest, a hidden ability within his DNA would become active. Soon, he was going to have a DREAM like none he has ever had before. Do you have the heart to sail with a pirate? Can you help save an alien race? Will you be able to bring peace upon a mystical and mysterious land? Travel with Mason through time and space, and encounter beautiful earthly beings as well as those NOT from this world. Are you ready to HYPER-NAP?
It was half-past four o'clock (by the testimony of the land-surveyor, my authority for the particulars of this story, a gentleman with the faintest curve of humour on his lips); it was half-past four o'clock on a May morning in the eighteen forties. A dense white fog hung over the Valley of the Exe, ending against the hills on either side. But though nothing in the vale could be seen from higher ground, notes of differing kinds gave pretty clear indications that bustling life was going on there. This audible presence and visual absence of an active scene had a peculiar effect above the fog level. Nature had laid a white hand over the creatures ensconced within the vale, as a hand might be laid over a nest of chirping birds. The noises that ascended through the pallid coverlid were perturbed lowings, mingled with human voices in sharps and flats, and the bark of a dog.
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