Everything happened so suddenly that I didn’t have time to react. The body was hanging from his living room’s ceiling, Policemen were on door, most of his family was out for vacations and I… I was dumbstruck. Disaster had stricken at Mr. Mehra’s house, dearly loved and respected neighbor sharing the status of a close relative. I didn’t know what to do, how to help. The only name I could think of then was Danny. I immediately called him up and then followed his instructions. By night I was through with my fears and formalities, atleast partially – FIR had been filed, body pulled down and sent, Mr. Mehra notified of the incident, his house locked and sealed, neighbors kept at bay and I, a little calmed with Danny’s supporting shoulders. I couldn’t thank him enough.
“Stop thanking me now. Wasn’t it expected of me? Wouldn’t
you have done the same?”
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