sherlock holmes
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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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Hi Radha, I just wanted to apologize to you. I know my pranks have caused you a lot of heartache and even a suspension. If I say that that was not my intention, I’d be wrong. And if that makes you ask why I am then apologizing, it is simple. I am sorry that you
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Radha had shut himself in his room once the shouting match with his mother had come to an abrupt end when dadi had started to wail. She had managed to divert the conversation into how it was Radha’s mother’s fault that he had turned into a pansy. The argument had turned sour so quickly, Radha
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Radha knew he was in trouble the moment he stepped in the school. He had woken up with a sick feeling in his stomach and when his mother had asked him if he was unwell, he hadn’t been able to provide a better answer than ‘I have a feeling something is going to go wrong
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