Indelible Musings

Read the previous part of the story here Photographs of Shekhar, Tara, Cyrus, Jenny and Roohi were pinned on the green board that hung inside Java's office room. Java scratched his head hard to draw a connection between Naina's murder and the five people who were present on the fateful day at the Dutta's. "There's got to be something more here than what meets the eye," he thought. As he flustered with his pen in one hand and his eyes glued to the board scanning the people in front of him; one of his constables entered the room. "Sir, Your tea." "Keep it on the table." Just when the constable was about to head out, Java called him, "bring in the brown envelope that we discovered at Cyrus' home that day." As Java waited for the constable to return, his eyes now narrowed down to Shekhar's photo. "You better have a good reason for the evidence that I have else I shall make your life hell just as you tried doi...

Dressed in red, she stands at the doorstep A few minutes from now, her life will take a new turn She stands but her mind goes on a flashback As she reminisces the moments she spent In the four corners of the very place, which was her abode. Her mother had said they came here when she was an infant, The walls of the abode have a story to tell of her growing up years, There she was, running here and there from her mother's grasp to her father's lap; from the brother's leg pulling to her favorite window; The walls were screaming out loud "Don't go there.. We're here.." "Pat" Flashback turns into a reality She was standing at the doorstep dressed in red, adorned with jewels She was waiting for her man, her prince charming She had waited for this day for long ever since her childhood, Fascination for the prince charming riding on a white horse, Who will take her away from her abode; But now she wanted to delay, So, she could...