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The truth hit Radha like a freight train. For a moment he reveled in the sweet pleasure of a deserving adversary. But slowly he realized the horror of what had transpired – the scale of it, the attention to detail, the singular focus on destruction. But he couldn’t put a finger on why – what…
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Now that Radha had figured Sagar had something to do with the events of the past three months, it was like a bee in his bonnet. He couldn’t stop thinking about it but at the same time he didn’t know what to do either. He didn’t have enough evidence apart from a strong gut feeling.…
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A hot summer afternoon. A nondescript school day filled with number crunching, essay writing and listening to your Hindi and English teachers lament on the hopelessness of teaching thirteen year old students who did not appreciate the languages.
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On the pretext of taking a breather, Radha had found a plum location to sit where he could see all his classmates but they couldn’t see him. It had been a week since the school had to be evacuated thanks to the prankster but things had been quiet since then. It made Radha uneasy and…
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Sagar removed the keys from his bag and paused in front of the main door. He took a deep breath and let it out. He inserted the key and lowered his eyes. He closed the door, softly, so no one in the house would get disturbed. He lifted his eyes a fraction when he realized…
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The daydreams had been at a bare minimum thanks to all the excitement this new academic year had brought for Radha. Suddenly his real world had seemed infinitely more challenging than anything he could dream. This change of pace had invigorated him and he had really enjoyed hunting for his thief.
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…somebody set lose firecrackers in the building… Incense stick to ensure they had enough time to run away Matchsticks in the pocket Note said ask Radha to turn out his pockets Same handwriting Who was…why…someone he knows… …trusts…maybe a friend…
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