The early hours of these days are much alike with a little variation in the weather conditions. It is a fact that the humidity causes irritation.
“Why should I buy you gloves every day ? ” he paused to remember something, “Don’t your university provide one ?”
“There is a say that the empty mind can be a good hand. I do need a good luck, don’t I ?” his sister teased.
After a bit of negotiation, he took a walk onto the street.
As the regular shop was closed, he cursed the fate to walk an extra mile. The cursed fate avenged with a mud water splashing on his face on the behalf of a car speeding ahead. With a few steps ahead of the shop, he decided to buy the gloves and washed his face.
“Why are you late ?” his mother asks for a reason.
“perhaps ‘for who’ is the right question..”
“Maybe he’s around to say hello to someone special…”
She knows who it is, yet to see her brother nervous make her happy.
Without any comments, he left home for a walk.
A stern voice startled him,
“Are you Rastogi..?” a policeman questioned.
I was made to sit in an empty room behind a desk. Few murmurs from a glass wall and a camera made to think of him as a witness for an interrogation. He was not proven wrong until a casual questionnaire turned into a debate and,
“Why did you do the theft ?”
With the aid of his memory, he quoted every happening of the past few days with the approximation by minutes. After an hour, they let him go and advised to stay in sight.
It was too hard for a Sherlockian spirit to leave a crime scene.
“ but I know a friend who said that he saw them….”
“Where?” eyes of the middle-aged stout man brightened, unlike the usual dull face went on a display for more than an hour.
“Who is your friend?” he began to note down.
“Unless I join you to find them..”
“Look, son…This is no game to start sliding with us. Now, tell me about your friend or I see you in court..”
Here is a puzzle to the boy. He knows that this is his last chance to call his bluff and get on with his life.
“My friend is very persuasive in authoring a tale..”
“Depends on how you propose, sir”
“Alright, I had enough of this… why is that grin..?”
“I know what this case made of, sir. I know every corner of our street. Your two-month operation leads to a dead end…right towards me. Besides, what do you lose…?”
The courage of the boy made it as a reasonable offer. The officer took a closer look at the boy,
“Get out. Too many are watching us…”
Thank you for reading……
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