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Detective GovindaM

Govind Mellachervu, a.k.a Detective GovindaM, is a law graduate who became a cop and works in the crime investigation department. His observation skills and presence of mind have helped numerous victims.


“Detective GovindaM” by V. K. Telkepalli is a collection of five cases between 2005 and 2015 called The Master Copy, Axe Slayer, A Suspicious Husband, The Inner Man, & Curious Case of Mr. Eknath. They showcase how Govind grew up hunting criminals and facing the harsh reality of life over the years.

 
Cover Photos by Kevin Braun

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This anthology is reviewed by R. S. Chintalapati, edited by Tarun Chintam, proofread by K. M. Sindhushree, & photographed by Kevin Braun.

 

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Case I

The Master Copy


A professor is missing along with the master copy of a question paper for an upcoming exam. Commissioned for the job, Govind is fascinated by the case and intends to do more than usual.


“The Master Copy” is the first case of Detective Govind that shows how the detectives do not always succeed in finding their killers while also showcasing the bond between Ankitha, Govind & Sharma.

 
Cover Photo by Kevin Braun

8th March 2005


The exam season was in full swing, and the photocopy shop was swamped with students. Govind, with a smug smile on his face, was standing in front of the canteen, sipping his tea and reminiscing about his college days. Little did he know he was about to be plunged into a dark and twisted mystery. On the surface, it seemed like DCP Sharma had assigned him a minor case of a paper leak at a local college.


Meanwhile, Inspector Ankitha joined him and handed him a file. She told him that the local police had received a call from the college principal stating that the master copy of a question paper was nowhere to be found and that the Professor who had set the paper was also missing. She also disclosed that after a few days of investigation, they found his car abandoned in the hills behind the college, but the Professor was still missing.


“Alright! If the local authorities are already involved, why are we here?” asked Govind.


“Apparently, the Principal & our DCP are good friends. The former did not want any stain on the college’s reputation,” replied Ankitha, sitting beside Govind.


“What did the local inspector deduce?” inquired Govind, flipping through the file.


“He suspects that the Professor is dead; the inspector could not be here since he is on a family vacation from today. However, he did instruct his team to support us,” replied Ankitha, hiding her smile.


Suddenly, the bustling atmosphere of the college grew silent, and there were whispers in the air. Govind looked around, trying to comprehend the sudden shift in the atmosphere, and saw a man walking towards them. He was wearing polished leather shoes and a brown suit, and he was in his early fifties.


“That’s the college Principal,” whispered Ankitha, standing up. Govind got up and shook the Principal’s hand as he approached them.


“Thank you for coming down here, officer Govindam. I am Pradeep Jadhav, the Principal of this college. Can we discuss further things in my cabin?” he asked.


Govind was taken aback when he heard his name being mispronounced, but he didn’t bother to correct him. Thinking about the invitation for a second, Govind replied, “I would unfortunately decline. I just need your approval to question your staff and faculty, sir. Especially those who were around Prof. Kulkarni, before he went missing.”


The Principal nervously proposed, “You can use my secretary’s cabin. However, I would request the discussions to be confined to that room alone.”


Govind agreed and followed him, leaving Ankitha behind. Govind spent a long time questioning the staff while Ankitha discreetly spoke to students around the campus. When she returned, Govind was sitting where they had been earlier, not drinking tea this time.


“What do you think of the college and its students?” questioned Govind with a smile.


“A vast campus with lots of interesting places and people,” replied Ankitha, sitting next to him again.


As she did, a server brought a plate of schezwan noodles and placed it before Govind. Looking at his food, he asked, “Are you hungry?”


She eagerly nodded, hoping to have some food, but her joy was short-lived when Govind, with a beaming smile, said, “Well, you can order whatever you want. Also, please pay for my noodles, too.” 


She felt betrayed and was about to protest. Realising what’s in store, Govind interrupted, stating, “It’s an order!” 


Ankitha resigned herself to her fate and ordered food. As she awaited, Govind asked, “The report did not mention anything about the leaked paper. What happened to it?”


“As far as we know, the paper was not leaked. Only the master copy is missing.” 


“That’s strange!” remarked Govind before suggesting, “Let’s go to Prof. Kulkarni’s cabin for a quick glance!”

 

As they stood up, he enquired, “By the way, where is the professor’s car now?” 


“The local Police station’s backyard. I was told it is untouched since the case has been transferred to us,” replied Ankitha. 


“If Mr Subhash is kind enough to pick up his phone, tell him to give me a preliminary forensic report by evening and a detailed report later,” ordered Govind.

 

As they ascended the stairs, Govind continued, “There was CCTV near the entrance, right? Do we have any recordings?”


“They were tampered with,” replied Ankitha immediately.


They reached the cabin, and Govind went around as calmly as a Buddhist monk. After a brief pause, he said, “Okay, lots of puzzles to solve. Let’s demo the sequence of events, shall we?”


Glancing at the entrance, he continued, “If I were the Professor, I would have entered through the door since I have the keys, and since it’s exam time, even the watchmen would have allowed me in…”


Thinking momentarily, he asked, “Ankitha, did you ask the night watchman what might have happened? I am sure he must have seen something, and the CCTV office is just near the security cabin, so how could anyone tamper with it?”


Before Ankita responded, Govind continued, “Then, the Professor entered the room, opened the drawer, reached for the master copy, and might have started printing photocopies from the machine.”


Going towards the copy machine, he took a pair of white gloves from his pant’s back pocket and wore them. Then, he picked up the photocopies and exclaimed, “He took the photocopies as well as the master copy?” 


Not knowing what to say, Ankitha replied, “The Professor’s colleagues say he is borderline ethical. I suspect he must have been threatened.”


“We cannot say that for sure, Ankitha. However, we can certainly suspect that he is a romantic…” replied Govind as he took out bills from the trash can beside the table.

 

He left the cabin after noticing the receipts were from lavish restaurants. Descending the stairs, Govind asked, “You said a few people were interesting. Maybe a few places, too. What did you mean by that?”

 

“A couple of students mentioned that a few of their friends use ecstasy in the unoccupied buildings far behind the campus,” replied Ankita as she pulled an aluminium foil with a few burnt patches.

 

Govind shot a keen look and then smelt it. Sealing it, he exclaimed, “Maybe tell our forensic friend to report as to what this is.”

 

Baffled for a minute, Ankita added, “Then I had a chance to interact with some students from the art circle. The summary of interaction is that, like every other college, they are also divided by faculties and have their own groups. Still, there’s one particular thing which unites them, and that’s their addiction to drugs. A few candidates network around for the stash, and they supply it here in the college. The interesting part was that the Professor was talking to one of those candidates on the day of his disappearance.”

 

“Interesting and an excellent job, Ankitha. Let’s head towards the Professor’s house. We will interact with the students tomorrow,” suggested Govind, getting into the vehicle.


The Professor’s wife was in her early forties. She was an elegant woman with a troubled expression, probably worried about her husband. Settling down on the sofa in the living room, Govind asked, “Mrs Kulkarni, do you suspect anyone who might have kidnapped your husband?”

 

“Most unlikely, sir. If he goes anywhere, I am the first one to know,” she stated in an anxious tone.

 

“How was his behaviour before and on the day of his disappearance?” asked Ankitha grimly.


“He was a bit stressed over our financial situation. He had inherited some debt from his father, which he had to clear soon. He said it was all figured out on the day he disappeared and seemed enthusiastic. He said he would meet some students near the college and then head for dinner with a friend who would help him clear the loan. But since then, he never returned home,” informed Mrs Kulkarni, sobbing.


“Did he mention any names?” asked Govind, handing her a handkerchief. She just nodded in negation and calmed herself.


“Thank you for the cooperation, Mrs Kulkarni,” said Govind.


 

They stepped out of the house and sat in their vehicle. As Govind was about to start the car, Ankitha asked, “If he was in a financial crisis, then how come he had been eating out in those lavish restaurants?”


“Good catch. I suspect an affair,” replied Govind.

 

“Should we then check with the restaurants?” questioned Ankita hesitantly. 

Thinking momentarily, Govind replied, “Let’s call it a day. Our forensic friend, Mr Subhash might already have something for us.”


At the Headquarters


“As expected, you show up when I plan to leave!” exclaimed Subash, looking at the duo entering his office.


Noticing their silence, he continued, “We took a deeper look into the car. Put everything we found in a box. We also have a thrilling preliminary report...” 


Saying so, Subhash put the report on the table that was between them. Standing up, he continued, “Anyway, I am heading home. I am late for my evening prayers. Please leave everything here once you are done and lock the door.”


As he left the room, Govind said, “Thank you, Mr Subhash.” 


Subhash just waved his hand high up in the air without even turning towards him. With a smile, Govind went through the contents of the box. On top were the forensic reports and a few other papers. Beneath them was a branded lipstick and the master copy. Beside the copy was a brown shoe in a sealed bag, which Govind suspected belonged to the Professor. Though he had his suspicions, Govind couldn’t add up the contents found and what might have occurred. But, he was confident that the Professor was with a woman or a girl before he went missing.


The next day at college, Ankitha took Govind to the boys with whom the Professor was last interacting. It was a group of four students around the age of twenty. The boys got panicky, noticing the duo approaching them, and their tension was visible. Trying his best to assure them of no trouble, Govind, with a broad smile, calmly asked, “Hello, boys! My name is Govind, and this is my colleague Ankita. I am on the university’s audit committee trying to find the missing master copy...” 


Before Govind could complete his question, one of the boys boldly suggested, “My father is one of the board members of this college. If you have any questions, please resolve them with the management. We have no idea about anything.” 


Govind smiled and gently placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder. He then stated, “You must be Ajay? Care to guess how I know your name?” 


There was a flash of fear in the boy’s eyes. However, he subsided quickly, slowly pushed Govind’s hand from his shoulders, and said hesitantly, “I don’t care, and I am not interested in helping you.”

 

Realising he cannot be intimidated to lure out the information. Govind kindly asked, “Fair enough. But out of curiosity, your colleagues mentioned you were talking to Professor Kulkarni on the day of his disappearance. What were you guys discussing?”


Without hesitation, Ajay replied, “I had some doubts, and he was clearing it.”


Raising his eyebrows, surprised and baffled, Govind asked, “You must be a good student then. Anyway, did he, by any chance, auction you the question paper?”

 

Staring at their cowardly faces, Govind briefly smiled before stating, “No problem, we will find someone to help us. However, if you guys know anything, could you please share it with Ajay’s father?” 


There were a couple of nods, and as they did, Govind, for the first time, paid attention to Ajay’s red eyes. He greeted them one last time with a farewell nod and left. As they paced away, Govind remarked, “They seem too confident to be involved. Let’s work on the hooker for now.”

 

Returning to the main campus, Govind and Ankita analysed the CCTV footage from several restaurants near the college. The Professor did meet with a series of young women in the days leading up to his disappearance. One of the women was even walking with the Professor shortly before he vanished, and Govind instructed, “Find this woman. We need to have a chat. Start with escort services in the city.”

 

His phone buzzed as Ankita agreed. Answering his phone, Govind left, informing his partner he would be back soon. He reached the site where they had found the Professor’s car within no time. It was a hilly area surrounded by dense forest. The road was only used by cargo trucks, and one of those truck drivers apparently reported about the abandoned car. 


Getting down, Govind noticed the forensic team working at the oil drip spot surrounded by car tyre markings. One of their markings was a long dragging mark which ended near the road. There were no drag marks or tyre prints of another vehicle nearby. The abandoned car was left facing the cliff. Looking around at the view of the city from the impressive cliff, Govind asked, “Please tell me you dragged me here for good reason, Subash.”


Approaching him, the middle-aged man replied, “Our boys have scouted the area and found your departed Professor’s body. Maybe if the local police took a couple of more steps, they would have not left the body to be eaten a little by rats.“


Disturbed, Govind followed in silence. To their right side, the road kept spiralling, leading them to the valley, while on the left side, there were pathways to hike the mountain. Not far from their starting point, Govind walked past the Professor’s second shoe, circled by the forensic team. Seeing that his breathing paced and trailing forward, he noticed dried blood on a broken branch and a foul smell. With every step taken, more traces of blood were found until Govind looked at the body with its eyes popped out. He could see it was a male, wearing a white shirt and brown pants and had no shoes. 


Dr Subhash confirmed his time of death, which was approximately an hour after the Professor met his students. Govind’s mind was bursting with theories and scenarios. By the time he left the horrendous spot, it was already late in the evening. Ankitha called to tell him she could not get hold of the woman through any escort service. The scenarios did not relate, and the motives did not connect. After a long hour of finding the link & failing, Govind decided to nab the students.


Heading to the old hostel buildings where the notorious group were, as per Ankita, Govind did not know what he was looking for but his instincts told him he might find answers here. The building smelled foul, and the moss had taken over the walls. He found the suspects smashed near a room that said ‘Warden’. 


He picked Ajay and slapped him as hard as he could. The boy was startled for a moment but soon returned to his numb state and had no reaction to the beating. Fed up, Govind asked furiously, “What did you guys do to the professor?”


“That professor was supposed to give us the papers…” said the boy in a slurry voice.

Govind tightened his grip on Ajay’s collar, demanding more answers. The atmosphere in the dilapidated hostel building was tense, and the revelations were becoming more twisted.


Ajay, struggling to articulate his words, finally blurted out, “We didn’t kill him, I swear. We just wanted the papers, and he said he could arrange it for a price.”


Ankitha, visibly frustrated, questioned, “So, you kidnapped him for the question papers? What about the blood and the body we found?”


Ajay looked at his companions, silently urging them to explain. Another boy nervously spoke up, “We didn’t intend to kill him. Things got out of hand. He started resisting, and in the struggle, he fell and hit his head on a rock. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.”


Govind, releasing Ajay, took a step back, absorbing the shocking revelation. “You kidnapped him for question papers, and it resulted in an accidental murder?”


Ajay nodded, guilt and fear written all over his face. “We panicked, and instead of confessing, we decided to dispose of the body. We thought we could get away with it.”


Ankitha, shaking her head, muttered, “You kids have landed yourselves in a serious mess. What about the master copy of the question paper? Where is it?”


One of the boys pointed to a dusty corner of the room, where a torn and crumpled piece of paper lay. Govind picked it up, realising the gravity of the situation. The quest for leaked papers had led to an unintended tragedy, and the students involved were now entangled in a web of crime.


In the aftermath, Govind contemplated the thin line between academic pressure, student desperation, and the unintended consequences that could arise from such a volatile mix. As he closed the case, he couldn’t help but wonder about the choices that led the students down this dark path, forever altering their lives and the lives of those around them.

 

Case II

The Axe Slayer


Mr Maniratnam, a businessman, gets killed in the middle of the night & his head is taken by his killer. When the Police are called, they summon Detective Govind to get some help in finding the killer.


“The Axe Slayer” is the second case of Detective Govindam, where the budding detective collaborates with Inspector Sharma and Ankitha to find the mysterious killer of Mr Maniratnam, while learning the treacherous past of his victim.

 
Cover Photo by Kevin Braun

24th April 2006


“Mr Maniratnam, a renowned businessman, was brutally murdered yesterday. His head was clipped off with an axe. Local police and the forensic team were already at the crime scene,” briefed DCP Sharma as Govind and Ankitha followed him. Standing at a distance, they saw the forensic team scattered all over the place, with Mr Subhash giving a broad smile noticing Govind.

 

Amongst the chatter, Govind could hear Mrs Maniratnam’s cry while noticing the stunned silence of the servants who stood at the entrance along with them. Stepping inside, Govind saw blood spread over the white sheets and Mr Maniratnam’s body lying on his bed. Approaching it, he noticed a clean cut. As he stared, Subhash whispered, “Our money is on an axe…”


With a smirk on his face, Govind nodded while noticing Ankitha talking to the family members. Subhash continued, “The clean cut seems professional. Mr. Maniratnam might not even know what hit him.” 


Glancing at the ripped, bloodstained pillow, Govind gazed around the room before asking, “Any signs of forced entry?”


With Subhash shaking his head, indicating no, Govind stared at everyone in the room. Meanwhile, Ankita approached to inform, “Nothing productive. Just praises to the dead soul.”


Noticing Subash completing his paperwork, Ankita queried, “Why kill a reputed businessman?”


While Govind pondered, Subash asked, “Even if someone did. Why the head?”

 

Govind’s mind was racing with questions. He noticed no bloodstains in any other part of the room, and the bedroom was unusually closed from all sides. Presuming that the murderer had entered through the main entrance, Govind still wondered how the murderer carried the head? At a distance, Mrs. Maniratnam, still weeping, tried to speak to DGP Sharma but found it challenging to say, “I... I don’t understand why anyone would want to hurt him. He was well-respected and is certainly a good man.”


Later that day, in the office, Govind sat in his chair trying to solve the Rubik’s cube while Ankitha read the intel they had gathered about Mr. Maniratnam’s life. Facing him while skimming through the information, she informed, “This might be interesting. A servant at their place called Krishnakanth apparently is from the same village as Mr Maniratnam and had been working for him for a year.” 


Holding his play, Govind agreed. Thinking about it for a minute, Govind instructed, “Ankita, why don’t you dig into this more? I think there is more to this than what meets the eye.”


The next day, they attended Mr. Maniratnam’s funeral. While Govind observed everyone closely, trying to find any clue to help him solve the case, Krishnakanth stood beside him and asked, “Are you an atheist, sir?” 


Govind nodded, and Krishnakanth leaned towards him to confess, “I am a God-fearing man, but I cannot stand funerals. I’m about to leave; you could join me to escape this annoyance.” 


With a smile, Govind declined the offer. Returning a smile, Krishnakanth left, and Govind continued noticing the widow and her only daughter weeping at a distance. He thought they genuinely seemed to be lost in sorrow, to which Govind couldn’t help but wonder if there was a dark underbelly to Mr Maniratnam’s life that even his family was unaware of. His thoughts went back to the missing head, a gruesome puzzle piece that eluded them. He again thought, “What could be the significance of taking the head? Was it a message?”


After the funeral, Govind requested a search team to scour the whole mansion. Their inquiries led them to the mansion’s study, a place where Mr Maniratnam spent most of the day. Inside, they found a lot of journals, pages filled with cryptic entries, which suggested secret liaisons and undisclosed financial transactions. The businessman had indeed led a double life, concealing his failures from the public eye. Those journals also revealed that Maniratnam’s brother was involved in these shady dealings & Govind could not help but bring him to questioning. 


As Govind delved deeper into the investigation, he began to suspect that the murder might be linked to the clandestine activities documented in the journals. His intuition told him the missing head might hold the key to unravelling Mr. Maniratnam’s mysterious double life. With his brother’s involvement, Govind and Ankitha intensified their scrutiny of the family dynamics, looking for any signs of animosity or conflict. They decided to interrogate every family member. They set up their interrogation in the same study room, starting with the brother. 


Govind started calmly by asking, “So, Mr Sandeep Manirathnam…it isn’t uncommon for families to have disagreements and secrets. Can you tell me about your relationship with your brother? Were there any unresolved issues between you two?”


Sandeep replied, taking a deep breath. “Well Mr Govindam, like any other siblings, we had our differences and we had our agreements. We were close to each other. I don't think we had any unresolved issues.“

 

Leaning back in his chair, Govind studied Mr Maniratnam’s brother closely. The man’s perspiring forehead and the tremor in his voice hinted at a deeper layer of apprehension beneath his words. So, Govind altered his approach to evoke a sense of empathy; he said, “I understand that this is an incredibly challenging situation for you. It’s never easy to be under suspicion, especially when it involves your own family. But we need your cooperation to uncover the truth.”


Noticing the middle-aged man nod in agreement, Govind continued, “What can you tell us about your whereabouts on the night of the murder? Any alibi that can support your statement?” 


Govind hoped to elicit a response that could provide a vital clue in the investigation. Sandeep shifted in his seat, his gaze flickering toward the floor. “I was at home that night, working on some personal documents. No one was with me; I prefer solitude when dealing with important matters,” he explained, his voice strained with a tinge of agitation.


“Understandable,” Govind acknowledged. “Can you suspect anyone who would keep an eye on you without your notice?”


The brother’s hesitation was palpable as he stammered, “I... I don’t think so...in the past too there were attempts…Guess my brother inherited my father’s enemies along with his questionable dealings.”


Govind nodded, noting the evasiveness in the brother’s responses. “I see... My apologies for the inconvenience, but as you might agree, we must establish a clear timeline of events. Could you please share these details of these dealings with my colleagues here? We’ll need to verify your statement too. You understand the gravity of the situation, don’t you?”


The brother’s eyes darted around the room, his discomfort becoming increasingly apparent. “Of course... of course. I want to help in any way I can. But I don’t know how I can prove my innocence. I had no motive to harm my brother. He was family, despite our differences.”


“Indeed, Mr. Sandeep, we appreciate your cooperation. Please don’t hesitate to share anything from your end,” Govind urged, aiming to maintain a sense of open dialogue with the suspect.


The brother nodded, visibly relieved to have the opportunity to contribute to the ongoing investigation. “I will do my best to recall any details that might be helpful. It’s just so shocking to think that someone could commit such a heinous act, especially to a member of their own family.”


“I understand your sentiment, Mr Sandeep. Sometimes, the truth can be difficult to fathom, especially when it hits so close to home,” Govind acknowledged, keeping his tone empathetic yet probing. As Mr. Maniratnam’s Brother’s left, Govind intended to find out what his suspect was doing on the night of the murder. Govind felt his responses had a mix of guilt and anxiety, hinting at the possibility of a more significant role in the tragic events that had unfolded. He asked Ankitha to investigate Mr Manirathnam’s father’s background.  


An hour later, Govind began again with his next one in line by asking, “Mrs Maniratnam, did you notice any unusual behaviour or receive any threats directed towards your husband before his untimely demise?”


Mrs. Maniratnam wiped a tear from her eye and took a deep breath before responding, “No... nothing.”


“Can you think of anyone who might have held a grudge against your husband, perhaps due to business or personal matters?” asked Govind, leaning in slightly.


She hesitated for a moment, her gaze distant. “There were competitors, as always, but I never thought they would go this far. My husband was always cautious in his dealings.”


“Understood. Was there anything troubling your husband that he might have concealed from the public eye?” questioned Govind, but before Mrs Maniratnam replied, Govind’s phone buzzed. 


Apologising, Govind left the room to hear Ankita say, “We got him.”


The following day, assembling all the members involved in the living room, DCP Sharma informed, “Our Inspector Ankita wishes to narrate a story related to this story. I would request all of you to please cooperate with us even though this might seem like a stretch.”


Looking at the dozen people, including the killer, Ankita cleared her throat to say, “There was once a nineteen-year-old girl who lived in a remote village deeply in love with a boy who was just three years older than her. Though they were nothing alike socially, their hearts were one. At least the girl loved him wholeheartedly, while the boy was in for a little fun & spice but nothing else. Their bond lasted as long as the boy was available, and one day, as anticipated, he was no longer available.”


Looking at the killer, realising they got him, Ankita continued, “The girl was heartbroken & stayed alone for a day in solitude until one day the boy summoned her for a little bit for fun. When she denied him the privilege, the boy molested her. When they sought justice, the boy’s father, a powerful businessman, denied accountability. Sent his son to the city and brought the local panchayat to paint the girl in a bad light. They claimed everything, including the fact that the girl was a leech. She took all she could until one day she couldn’t anymore.”


Everyone in the room was shocked yet sceptical about where this was going. “The boy got married and built a reputation as a businessman while the girl’s father was broken, lost and cried in silence. However, there was one thing that the girl’s father waited for. He waited for his son to return from jail. Though many tried, through some means, justice did set the son free, and when he knew what was done to his sister, this lumberjack of a man who hacked three in the past made his way to the boy’s home in the big city, served him for a while to plan his exit and clipped his head off when he thought he could not be caught.”


When many in the room mapped the dots, Krishnakanth announced, “Sooner or later, we get what we deserve.”


Saying so, he extended his hands to be taken into custody, and as he was taken away, Govind approached Mrs Maniratnam to inform her, “I am sorry for your loss, but your husband had it coming.” 


As he left, Govind thought, “Killing is never a solution, but for a guy like Maniratnam, it was mercy to be killed in his sleep. For what he has done, there were worse ways to go!”


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Case III

A Suspicious Husband


After finding out about his wife’s affair, a suspicious husband confronts her before having a heated discussion and parting ways for the night. However, unable to control himself, the husband acts impulsively, sealing his fate.


“A Suspicious Husband” by V. K. Telkepalli is the third case in which Detective Govind deals with having an unexpected ending with confessions that are trustworthy and not at the same time.

 
Cover Photo by Kevin Braun

16th August 2007


It was a rainy morning when Govind was resting beside the window reading a newspaper. He was enjoying the weather and having some Upma, which his neighbour had just made. Through his window, Govind saw a police officer reach his building. Puzzled, he opened the door and waited. To his surprise, the officials stopped a few floors before. 


Intrigued, Govind went down the stairs. As he approached, he could see the neighbours and the building secretary gathered. Passing by them, he heard their whispers that possibly predicated every use case that could have happened. The obese Inspector in his fifties stood before them, panting after three floors of stairs. He looked agitated and covered his mouth with a handkerchief. Noticing someone at his shoulder, the Inspector turned to gaze at Govind.

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