DHARMAPUTRA GETS CRAZY

It was 10 in the night, Inspector Kadam was sitting quietly in his office. He was the newest  recruit in the police force of Delhi. An average-looking guy with an  average intelligence. The  Vinod Nagar police station was located near the highway where the construction of  the new metro was going on. Very few crimes happened in the past in that area, so most of the officials were off to home for a nice slumber for the summer could be much worse in Delhi. Being new he did not mind it at all. He thought it as a challenge to deal with new emerging crisis. When he got a call from the company in Noida in the morning, he noted the address and made a mental note of visiting that place later. Few bike riders and an  accident on the highway kept him busy all the day. “I’ll go tomorrow and check the office brat!” he said. His table was a mess. Everything was scattered, books, files, his wallet, phones, car keys and a shabby towel were placed on his chair which gave the ...

Vishal was an ordinary boy. Extraordinarily ordinary. He was built short with curly hair and a spectacles which gave him the aged look. Geek, was what he actually was! He was good with numbers, humans but, devoid of human feelings. He seemed strange to many people who would meet him first. That’s why he had very few friends. He was not rich nor he had a fortune of any kind. Whatever  bequest his family left was taken care of by his kith and kins. He was nine when his parents died, they said it was an accident. He didn’t not believed it though. He always had a strange feeling that he did not belong here, he was never a part of the society in which he was living. He always thought everything was a lie. His parents just couldn’t left him like that to live with his. Vishal lived in the suburb of Delhi the national capital of India. for some people it may be a funny old place with lots of histories but for him it was his life. he had grown up roaming on the very roads. Strolling...