when earth and sun met

I wonder who is the person playing flute so well. Such a sweet music. It has been coming from past few day. I ll find out today for sure.

Making up her mind to know the person behind the pleasant music dhara went to the park which was right in front of her house.
She sat on the bench next to the person behind the music without him noticing her. Minutes passed by but the sweet sound coming out of the flute did not stop.

Finally after sometime the sound stopped. Dhara had drifted to a different world. Her ears were filled by the music. It took some time for her to realize that it was over.

The person had just left. She wanted to know who it was, but she also wanted to listen to it for some more time. So she called "please do not leave. You play so well. Please play for some more time"

But he had not turned back. He was just heading his way. She wanted to catch up with him and talk to him. She got up in haste, tripped and fell down.

Soon she was assisted by a warm rough hand. "are you hurt?" came a rough voice
"no i am fine, but where is the person who was playing flute?" asked dhara searching something on the ground and soon she found it.
"please take me to him i want to know who is the person who was playing it so well." said she picking up her stick, her only trust worthy guide in this cruel 'black' world.

"it was me playing the flute." said the rough voice again. "i am sorry, i did not turn back when you called.
"thats alright. I am dhara"
"i am Tejaswi"

"you play flute so well. There was something in that music. So soothing. Yet so touching. It was something different. I got drifted to a different world. It was like you wanted to tell something thought your music.
You really meant what you played. I dont think it is just music. It has more to do with your feelings. There s lot of emotion in your music. Your music says a story. Something sad. Am i true?"

"what are you?" asked Tejaswi in a blunt voice.

"what do you mean by 'what are you' ?"

"you can say all this by just listening to my music? What are you?"

"so i am right. What is it that is troubling you so much? If it is something sad share it with someone, you ll feel better. Agreed that I am a total stranger. But that must be your + point. See I don’t know you, and I cant see you so even if you come across me somewhere you wont get embarrassed."

Tejaswi did not want to talk to anyone, but something made him feel comfortable talking to her. so he told her his sad story of how he was ditched by his girlfriend because he could not live up to her standards…

On hearing this Dhara began to laugh. Tejaswi became furious. Why on earth did he have to open his mouth to some stranger. There was not way anyone could understand his feelings. There was no way anyone could know pathetic his condition was…

“I am sorry Tejaswi. I didn’t mean to hurt you. But if this is all that happened I do not see any reason why you have to be sad.”

There was a long pause and then Dhara continued again “People feel sad when they have lost something valuable. I do not see what valuable thing you have lost. She didn’t have anything for you which you could have lost. You are better of without her. Where as her… She has lost something very valuable. Something which I guess no one can replace. She has lost you. So if anyone should be sad it is her and not you.”

Tejaswi was not yet convinced “you wont understand. Forget it. It is not easy for me to be how I was before. Everything has changed”

“yes everything has changed. But it is up to you to make best of the change…”

Again a long pause…

“Tejaswi do you see these plans?” asked Dhara pointing to a piece of land

“yes” said Tejaswi “the flowers they bear are very beautiful.”

“yes people say so. You know something? These plants were not here at all. They were small saplings in our garden when my grandpa and me planted them here. If they thought that ‘everything has changed and it is difficult to for us to grow…’ then you would not have seen the beautiful flowers”

“Ok they were just saplings. If you transplant a tree it ll die”

“Tejaswi actually the mango tree under which you are sitting was not here few years ago. It was in a different layout apparently in the middle of an upcoming road. People were about to chop it down. But my grandpa protested and made them transplant it here. Him and me took care of it for weeks. And now it bears most tasty mangoes I have ever eaten”

Long silence again…

“thank you Dhara. I got your point. I ll get back to my normal life. Someone better than her must be waiting for me.”

“That’s the spirit” she said trying to get up.

“Listen. When you came and sat inform of me I didn’t know that you could not see. In fact I had not noticed you for a long time. And when I did notice you, I thought you were staring at me that was the reason why I got up from here. I am sorry”

With a smile Dhara said “Funny is it not… I saw right through you in spite of you trying to conceal your feelings still you say that I cannot see….”

Those words pierced him. Very true… she had seen right through him.

Days passed and Tejaswi began to lead a normal to good life. Every evening he played flute in the park. People around were so used to it that they found something missing if they did not listen to his music for a day. Dhara and Tejaswi were good friends.

One day after the music Tejaswi noticed that Dhara was very happy.

“Anything special today Dhara? You look very happy?”

“yes. I ll be getting engaged next week.”

“oh! That’s great. Who s the lucky guy?”

Dhara was not very sure to answer the question. After some time she made up her mind and told him about her fiancé. Again was silent for a while and said.

“This is his second marriage actually.”

“Dhara. Are you sure about this engagement. He was already married. And according to what you say he is much older than you are. Why do you want to marry him?”

“But he must be a good person. Else why would anyone want to marry me. I am blind. I don’t want to be a burden to my grandpa. He s getting old now. If ll be difficult to look after me now. And how does it matter how this person looks or how old he is. For me both the ugliest and smartest man are alike.”

Tejaswi broke the silence this time “are you really happy?”

“yes I am” said she with a genuine smile.

Tejaswi said “You know what he ll do? He will blindfold himself like Gandhari did.”

“you think he ll love me so much?”

“are you kidding? He ll get scared of your face. So he ll blindfold himself”

“tejaswi you would have been dead had I not liked your music. Am I really so bad to look at? I ll never know how I really look. People say I look decent but I think they say it out of pity.”

Just then Dhara s neighbour, a small 5 year kid came and sat on her lap. Dhara started playing with her. And when the kid left she asked Tejaswi “she is so cute isn’t she?”

“how do you know? I say she is not cute.”

“now shut up ok. All kids are cute and beautiful” Dhara was really furious now.

“yes I was just kidding. She really is very cute and beautiful. And coming back to your fiancé he wont have to blindfold himself. You are as cute and beautiful as that kid.”

Dhara didn’t have anything to say.

On the day of engagement…. Everyone was waiting for the ‘would be’ groom to come. But Mr fate had something else in-store for Dhara. The ‘would be’ groom did not turn up. Only they got a phone call.

They ‘would be’ groom had a heart attack that morning was declared dead when he was taken to the hospital.

One of dhara s aunts (an evil aunt) began cursing Dhara. “I knew something like this was in to happen. She is an omen. Soon after she was born her mother died and within few years her father died and now this. I am sure something evil is in store for all of us”

“Shut up!! Do not speak evil about Dhara. It is not her fault that he died. She is no omen. She is source of life.” Said Tejaswi. Now turning to Dhara s grandfather “I was like a zombie. My state when I cam here, was worse that the mango tree which you had transplanted. She filled life into me. Today if I am really alive that is because of her. And you call her an omen.”

“we do not want your sweet words. She might be and angel to her grandfather but she is nothing but burden to us. Who will marry her? We will have to look after her through out our life.” Said the evil aunt.

“Sir, I want to marry your grand daughter, with your permission.”

“she is blind. Do you not understand. BLIND” said the aunt.

“no she is not. Her sight is better than yours. She saw right through me”

Wondering what happened then?

Poor guy tejaswi… lost his Bachelor degree and Dhara got Master s degree

smile please

A smile can say lot of things…

I was thinking of what a smile might mean for different set of people when there are no words to talk… I came up with these. Any corrections are welcome.

When a mother smiles at her baby “you are the cutest thing in this world”

Baby smiles to mother “thanks ma for giving me this wonderful world”



A father’s smile to son/daughter on his/her success “I knew you could do it. You are my son/daughter”

Son/daughter in reply to father “thank you dad for you trust and support”

A mother’s smile, seeing her son/daughter off at railway station“ take care of yourself. Eat well. You are still a kid how can you manage all by yourself”

Son/daughter in reply “will miss you ma. Don’t worry about me, I ll be fine. Love you.”

Elder brother/sister ‘s smile at younger sibling on his/her return after a long hostel stay “you have grown up J. All these days I have missed the quarrels we used to have”

Younger one in reply “missed you a lot. Now that you are back, feels like home again” (well I just hope this is what my brother thinks when both of us are at home)


Between two friends “thanks buddy. I knew that I could count on you”
Reply “don’t worry pal. I ll be there for you”


Wife’s smile at husband when he returns from work “you look tired. I ll get you something”
Husband’s smile- “you too must be tired. Come sit with me for a while.”
I can only guess this part)



A boy friend s smile on finding his girl coming towards him “ah!! My angel.”

Girl friend s smile”………. “ (it is highly impossible for a boy to predict what a girl thinks. So I ll let a girl to complete this

speak out

Ramu and Shamu were very good friends. Since school there had never been a day when they had never fought. Be it school or house, studies or play there had always been fights. And there had never been a day when their fight had not ended up with a hug.

Ramu was always calm where as Shamu was like a cooker on a stove which could blow off the steam anytime, but once blown off he too came back to normal. Their fights always ended with Ramu s talk of advice and Shamu s apology.

Days passed by Ramu had plans for further studies, he had to go abroad in a couple of days. Shamu on the other hand wanted to stay in ‘his country’, amongst ‘his people’.

One day Shamu had a fight with Sneha, his girlfriend. Like usual Shamu had no control on his temper, he said things that he should not have said. Hurt by this Sneha just left. Ramu had to catch his flight next day. When Ramu heard this he met Shamu and told him that what he did was not right. That he should have not lost his temper at Sneha. That she was hurt. And asked him to call her up right then and apologize. Shamu s temper had not yet subsided. Ramu became his next target

“Shut up ok!!! What happened between me and Sneha is none of your business. Don’t meddle in my personal life”

Ramu just took off. He knew that shamu would come back when he had cooled down. The next day Ramu left for his studies but shamu never came to see him off. ‘typical of him. Still the same kid shamu is. When ll you grow up shamu?’ told Ramu to himself.

Shamu never tried to contact Ramu for years…

One fine day Ramu returned. ‘Back to his country, amongst his people’ as Shamu used to say.

Ramu knew the first thing he had to do. ‘Meet Shamu. Scold him, beat him if necessary but take the apology which he owes to me’ thought Ramu.

When he reached Shamu s place he noticed that nothing about that place had changed. The same garden, same plants the same house welcomed him. But inside the house something had changed. Shamu was not as he was before. He looked very fragile on his bed. He was very happy to see Ramu in his room.

“Ramu I am so glad to see you. Forgive me my friend I was very harsh to you the last time we met. I said things which I should have never said. I am really sorry my friend. But you!! you always brought me back to my senses. Why didn’t you hit me that day? Why didn’t you scold me? Why did you just turn your back to me?”

“I am sorry too Shamu. I thought you were right. I had no right meddling between you and Sneha.”

“please do not say that Ramu. Do not make me feel more bad for what I did to you. Doctor told me that they had detected cancer in me… so I decided that sneha would be well off without me. That was the reason for the quarrel. I wanted her to be happy which she would never have been if she had stayed by me. I am sorry my friend, I should have told this to you, but I decided against telling you. it would be better for you I thought”

Ramu had no words to speak. It was hard to believe that his once strong friend was not there on bed so weak. He burst into tears…

“Shamu I am sorry, all these days I thought you were still the same old kid whom I had to persuade to talk to after any fight. But no my friend you have grown. I feel very small next to you. But you should have told me….”

“thank you for coming back. Now I am at peace”

“Don’t worry Shamu everything ll be alright. We ll get the best doctors in to treat you. I still have to defeat you in Cricket.”

“no pal. I be the champ forever. I ll die undefeated” said Shamu holding ramu s hand.

Soon Shamu s grip stiffened. He had drawn his last breath.


Never hold grudge on everyone… speak it out now … if you are sorry for something, express it now when you get a change… probably there might not be a tomorrow.

ಒಂದು ಇಲಿಯ ಕಥೆ

ಒಂದು ಸೊಗಸಾದ ಸಂಜೆ, ಇನ್ನೇನು ಮಳೆ ಬರತ್ತೋ ಯೇನೋ ಅನ್ನೋಹಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಒಂದು ಇಲಿ, ತನ್ನ ಬಿಲದಿಂದ ಮೆತ್ತಗೆ ಹೊರ ಬಂತು. ಅದು ಅಷ್ಟೇನು ಚುರಕಾಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಒಂದು ಸರ್ತಿ ಅತ್ತ-ಇತ್ತ ನೋಡಿತು. ರಸ್ತೆಯ ಬದಿಯಲ್ಲಿತ್ತು ಅದರ ಬಿಲ. ರಸ್ತೆ ತುಂಬ ವಾಹನಗಳು. ನಿಧಾನವಾಗಿ ರಸ್ತೆಯ ಮತ್ತೊಂದು ಬದಿಯತ್ತ ಹೋಗಲು ಪ್ರಯತ್ನಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಇತ್ತು. 3 ಕಾರುಗಳು ಇನ್ನೇನು ಅದರ ಮೇಲೆ ಹೋಗಬೇಕು ಅನ್ನೋಅಷ್ಟರಲ್ಲಿ ಅದು ಬಚಾವು ಆಯ್ತು. ಅಷ್ಟು ಆದ್ರೂ ಅದು ಮುಂದಿನ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಇಡಬೇಕಾದರೆ ಹುಷ್ಷಾರ್ ಆಗಿ ಇಡಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಪರಿಣಾಮ - 4ನೆಯ ಕಾರು ಅದರ ಮೇಲೇರಿ ಹೊಯ್ತು... ಅದು ವಿಲಿ ವಿಲಿ ಒದ್ದಾಡೋದನ್ನ ನನ್ನಿಂದ ನೋಡಲು ಆಗ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ.

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನ ಕೂಡ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಅಲ್ವಾ? ಬದಕು ಅನ್ನೋ ದಾರಿ, ಗೆಲವಿನತ್ತ ಪಯಣ, ನಾವು ಪಯಣಿಗರು. ತಪ್ಪು ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಇಟ್ಟ್ರೆ ಸೋಲು ಎಂಬುದು ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ತುಳಿದು ಪಚಡಿ ಮಾಡಿ ಬಿಡುತ್ತದೆ

Corner Store(Part 4)

It did not take much time for Kashyap to realize that Omkar was dead. Anala had lost her consciousness, probably due to the injury on her head. Ambulance was called. Anala was coming back. Kashyap helped her to get up. Anala was given first aid and taken to hospital for a checkup. There she was declared to be normal. She just had a cut, and no internal injuries. She was soon sent home.

At Anala s place…
Kashyap had come to enquire her. “Anala what happened at Omkar s place? You were found at the site of murder. Why were you there, and how did you get yourself injured? Please explain everything”.

“Inspector last evening I had a vision of Omkar getting killed. So I came to warn you, like you had instructed. As you were not there I left you a note. Then I went to warn Omkar about this. I explained everything. He said he would be alright. I had dinner there and we were just having some conversation, I was very tired and drowsed away sometime in between the conversation. That s the last thing I remember about last night. And today morning I got up, the clock said 6. I was very thirsty. So went to the kitchen to get some water. There I saw Omkar down on the floor, blood all around. I lost control and fell down, something hit my head. That s the last thing I remember”.

The clock again. It was stopped at 6. And the calendar was marked on 25th March as D day. And Omkar was killed at 3 am on march 16. the murderer was playing a game. Killing people and warning the authorities of the next murder.

‘Could Anala be a suspect? She was found at the site of murder. And all the 3 victims were related to her in some way or the other. All the 3 victims were killed by an item bought at Corner Store. Anala had a vision of all the 3 being killed. But if she was the murderer why would she warn the police about about Omkar? No she can not be a suspect. But definitely there is something fishy’ thought Kashyap.

‘Omkar wore a thread on his right hand and reports said that it matched with the one found in Neha s hand when she was killed. Had Omkar killed the 2 girls? If so who killed Omkar? Was he one among the group of killer who were responsible for the murder of the 2 girls?’ many more such questions kept shooting in Kashyap s mind. And so was one more question. Who would be the next victim? March 25th was not very far away….

Anala was broken. She had almost seen 3 people get killed. Images of those bodies kept swirling in her mind.

One night when she was sleeping she saw all the murders happening, like she had seen it many times after Omkar s death. And the murderer too. She was shocked. How could this happen? Why was this happening to her? She had no solution. She was not in a state to tell this to anyone.

March 26th
Inspector Kashyap was tensed. 3 murders in his area. Immense pressure from higher authorities. If the serial killer was still active there should have been a murder last day. Why was nothing reported? Only solution he could think about was to visit Anala and ask her if she has had any vision on the previous day.

He had to make a forced entry into Anala s home as no one answered the door bell in spite of the TV being on. Right in front of the TV was Anala, sleeping peacefully, sleeping an eternal sleep.

Cause of death : sleeping pills, well beyond prescribed limit.

There was a diary on the table, with a pen in it. Anala wrote regularly.

Feb 11th : “why did I get that vision? I never had such problem….. “

Feb 12th : “I have lost track of time. I do not know where I was between 8 30 to 9 30 last night. Why do I not remember?”

March 6th : “again, I do not remember where I was between 11 30 and 12 30 this noon. It was in this time interval that Neha was killed.”

March 20: “I keep getting dreams of the murders over and over again…..”

March 25th : “ same dream again. But this time I saw the murderer. It s me. I killed the 3 of them. Something is wrong with me. I must surrender. I must not be the murderer of one more innocent life….”

Next to the TV there was one more diary. It said Jwala s property. A pen in it. Anala s photo on the cover page. Kashyap could not understand it. But flipped through the pages. Last few pages…

“ Poor Anala. She thinks that it is her who killed the 3 people. She tried her best to save them. To save them from me. But I am Jwala. Anala is nothing compared to me. She was about to prevent Omkar s murder and break my series. But I succeeded. Anala should not live. I am better with out her. Say good by anala….”

Reports said that the finger print on both the pens were that of Anala s. Past medical records said that she suffered a mental disorder. Anala would imagine people getting killed and Jwala killed them in the exact manner. Or Jwala planned to kill people, and as Jwala was part of Anala, she too would get glimpse of the plot…

PS: Anala s death occurred at 6 pm on march 25th

Corner Store (part 3)

Couple of days had passed by. Anala was finding it hard to forget the 2 incidents. She found it very difficult to spend time alone. So during most of her free time anala could be found at the Corner Store, flipping through the latest books, CD s or dresses. One such day, she found a guy, in mid 20s probably, eyeing at girls in the store. She gave him a stern look. Their eyes met. The guy probably felt embarrassed and left the place. But there was something in him. A voice from somewhere deep within Anala told her to meet him, to talk to him. Anala was not sure why she wanted to talk to him. ‘forget it’ she told herself and carried on.



Next day after work Anala was having coffee in the Corner Store, when the guy appeared again. This time trying to make eye contact with her. Anala tried to ignore him but when the guy started to approach her, she decided to leave. Noticing this the guy hurried towards her and said “hi I am Omkar. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I am sorry for yesterday….. I did nt mean to….”

Anala interrupted “You don’t have to justify you actions to some stranger. You are blocking my way.”



But a voice inside her was telling ‘it is alright. I want to talk to you. Please make me stay. Do not let me leave. I don’t want to be alone at home’



Some how the guy built up a conversation and they started talking like they knew each other from ages.



There was something in Omkar which had attracted Anala towards him. She did not get attracted to him exactly, but something or rather some voice in her was telling her to be in his company. They became friends, met frequently. Anala was happy after a long time.



March 15th evening.



Omkar and Anala were having coffee at corner Store. Omkar wanted to decorate his place a bit. So had bought some wall hangings, show pieces, and beautiful brass flower vase. He wanted to do some more shopping but Anala was not feeling very comfortable. She felt some kind of uneasiness. Some kind of restlessness. Anala thought of having rest and took off.



Soft music and a love story were enough to pacify her. Soon she drowsed away.



Omkar got up from the couch to get a cup of coffee. The TV was still on. He had hardly moved. It all happened within a flash, and Omkar was down in a pool of blood. Someone had hit him with something gold like in color.



Anala suddenly woke up. It was 9pm still 15th March. She knew exactly what it was. ‘The Murderer’ had planned to kill Omkar next. The reason was not clear. She rushed to the police station only to find that Kashyap was not reachable. So she left a note saying that Omkar was next, and left his address and mentioned about her vision.



Next she went to Omkar s house. He was watching something on the TV, and was surprised to find her at this time. Anala explained everything and Omkar began to laugh. “bull shit. Who on earth wants to kill me? You know what? I have read a bit of psychology. You stay alone right? And you hardly know anyone here right?”



Anala nodded.



“that the root cause for all the problem I guess. You stay alone. But you don’t want to stay alone. So when you get close to someone, deep within you there is a fear that they would ditch you. That fear makes you visualize them going away from you… going away to a different land… to the land of dead, from where no one returns”



Omkar tried hard to convince her that nothing would happen to him. Finally she agreed.

“ok take care. But can I stay for sometime and then leave?”



“are you sure?” asked Omkar with an wicked grin.



“Do not get ideas. I am hungry and do not want to eat alone do you have something to eat?”



Next morning Kashyap arrived and found the note. Soon he rushed to Omkar s house. It was around 7 in the morning. Newspaper and 2 packets of milk were lying outside. A song was being played. Kashyap was not sure if it was TV or music system that was on. But no one answered the call. When he turned the knob the door just opened. And Omkar was lying in a pool of blood, a wound on her head, weapon – a brass flower vase.

Corner Store (Part 2)

When Anala came to know about the murder, she didn’t know how to react. It was tough for her to decide whether it was a coincident that she had a vision of Mehak getting killed or she really had some kind of 6th sense. But who would believe that she had a vision of the girl getting killed? And for all she knew the girl she had seen might not have been Mehak in the first place. She might have just imagined some girl getting killed – effect of reading and watching lot of murder mysteries. Finally after a long argument against her other self Anala decided that it was just a coincidence.

March 1st.

Anala was again doing her favorite pass time at her favorite place – shopping/window shopping at Corner Store.

A lady was trying to decide on which knife to buy. As Anala passed by she saw the lady admiring a dragger. Their eye s made contact. She said “nice thing to hang on wall”

“nice thing to use on someone too.” Anala replied with an evil grin on her face, and then winked. Both smiled at each other.

“I am Neha. I have shifted to this place recently”. She introduced herself. Anala too introduced herself

After the shopping was done Neha said “Why don’t you come down for a cup of coffee. Not that I make very good coffee. I do not know anyone here and I feel lonely. It would be nice if you join me for the evening.”
“Sure. Anyways I do not have anything to do. But promise that you wont use the dragger on me.”

“Ok I wont use it this time.” Said Neha with an evil smile.

After spending the chatting all the evening with Neha, Anala decide to return back. She returned home, prepared a quick dinner, after dinner sat down with another murder mystery novel. Anala had lost track of time. She had dozed off within minutes after she started to read.

Anala was in a room. Very familiar but definitely not her s. She knew that she had been in this room before. But could not tell when. Then she heard a voice and soon Neha entered. Then she realized that she was at Neha s place. Neha was telling something and suddenly a hand slit open her throat with the same dragger that Neha had bought the previous day. Instantly Anala got up to find herself on her bed, in her room. The clock said 8. It was already morning. ‘Neha must be awake by now’ she thought. Finishing her ablutions Anala rushed to Neha s place to warn her. She told her about the recent vision she had and also narrated the whole of Mehak incident to her. Anala told Neha to be careful. Neha told she would, but that she did not believe in 6th sense.

That evening Anala paid another visit to Neha and was happy to find her still alive. Some days passed by and nothing eventful took place, for which Anala was very happy.

March 6th evening. Around 6
Anala and Neha had planned to go shopping. Anala had been waiting for Neha to call her. But finally she decided to call Neha and ask her where they would be going.

“tring tring”…. “tirng tring”. No one answered initially. Anala was about to hang up when a harsh voice answered the call. “Hello inspector Kashyap speaking. Could I know who I am speaking to?”

After a long silence….
“I am Anala, Neha s friend. I was waiting for her call, but she did not call me so I called her up. Is everything alright inspector?”

Neha s body was laying in a pool of blood. Her throat split open by a dragger. A cold blooded murder. Again the inspector was confused to see that there were no indications of any kind of forced entry. Also there was no sign of struggle. Everything looked to have happened in a flash and the murderer had not left any trail.

But every murderer leaves a trail. And Kashyap was bent on finding one such trace, a trail. And he found one very soon. Between neha s fingers kashyap found a piece of thread, the ones that people wear around their neck and hands. Kashyap also found something strange. The time piece in Neha s room had been stropped by someone. And the time it showed was 3. Strange he thought. Something more strange was the calendar in her room March 16st was marked as D DAY in thick black ink.

When Anala came to know about the murder she immediately rushed to Neha s place, met the inspector and told him about her dream or vision or what ever it was. She also mentioned about seeing the murder weapon in both the cases. Inspector did not believe her initially but when she mentioned about the murder weapon he was shocked as no outsider knew about the actual murder weapon. He was partly hoping that she would have seen the murderer. He asked her to come straight to him if she got any more such visions.

“could the 2 murders be interlinked? If so what is the link? Who might be behind them? What could be the reason behind these murders?” many more such questions haunted Kashyap s mind.

The calendar in Mehak s apartment was marked for March 6th, mehak s watch was stopped at 12 and Neha was murdered 12 in the noon on 6th of March. Was this a co-incidence? Or were the 2 murders done by the same killer? The victims were in no way related to each other. If the 2 murders were related could the indications be of a next murder? If so it should happen at 3 on March 16th.