It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold. I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend’s wedding. … Continue reading The Flame
Rishaan stared at the body. All that cheeriness, all that excitement, all the life. . .The whole complex being she had been had simply ceased to exist. All those dreams and fears and everything she had ever been had simply stopped being.
I pulled the rope from the spaghetti. I couldn’t eat the spaghetti anymore, but otherwise, I had everything I needed: rope, pieces of cloth, and a paper with detailed instructions.
She opened the case. There it was, the blood-stained knife, intact. A beautiful black hilt held a small, curved blade. The upper edge was bloodied, and the whole body was lain with dust.