Ding dong bell (part 1)

Location: The Zenana gardens of Rajgarh palace, in the year 1970 It is 3 am, my favourite time of the night. A time, when people are in deep sleep, with their guards down. I like to look in on them...little sheep, ripe for slaughter. I love being me. It means that I can go where…

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Birdie on the railway line….

Mr. Pai pushed his way into the three-tier AC compartment of the night train from Mumbai to Mangalore, looking for seat number 41. He was a stout, elderly gentleman, who had just retired from government service, and was looking forward to a comfortable final innings. His ancestral home in Mangalore was finally divided into two…

The early bird….

PART ONE 7 pm, A posh club, Bandra. Two middle-aged men sat at a corner table, savouring their single-malt. They acknowledged passers-by, but didn't encourage conversation, because they had important business to discuss. "Who delivers documents by hand, these days? Haven't they heard of e-mail?" asked the man with the pot-belly. "Haan bhai, but e-mails…