The Street

5

Hi, Linta!

I hope you've been well.

Wasn't there a news story about the disappearance of a young woman named Rish Johnson the other day?

Yes, I replied.

Someone sent a news photo to the police and the channels of a woman named Rish tied up in a room, bound and gagged. But when it came, it turned out that it was not Rish. No identity marks. Her parents also realized it wasn't her.

So who is she? don't know Ann Jazz came to my mind. Policemen will suffer. Let's see what happens. Linta, I'm off tomorrow. There are guests here. Rish Johnson is a relative of the wife of one of them. But they did not know the current news.

‘Mia .. ‘ Mom is calling. I reached the kitchen. I looked through the window into the dining room. There is one more than what came.

“Mia, cut the mango fruit and put it on the table”. Mother told.

“That's enough”, I replied.

"Shut up," said mother. I can cut myself. A hesitant lady. 'Mother got angry.

Like Rish, but who is she? And who reported it to the police? The fifth man said.

I am afraid that he was the person who called and asked me several questions. I decided to go to Reetha aunt's house.

Mom, when do the guests go? I asked.

They will go after some time. Mother replied.

Is that right? Yes, Mom told me so.

Mom, I want to go to Reetha auntie’s house. She needs to see me.

Go after the guest's departure. Mother told me so.

Mom, tell them I am taking a shower when they leave. I am going.

'What a character she is' mother murmured.

Reetha auntie’s house is the nearest house to me. It is a small house, with a garden in front of it. Its walls are made of red bricks and its roof is covered with thatch. There is a small porch on one side of the house and a large wooden gate on the other side.

The door to Reetha auntie’s house opens to the outside, giving access to an entrance hall with a wooden floor and walls covered in white plaster. The hall leads to a living room where aunty is often seen sitting in her favorite chair by the window. She always asks me about my day and if I have any new projects to do around her house. I love spending time with Reetha aunt because she always treats me like her granddaughter.

Aunty used to say that her aunt’s happy life ended with the disappearance of her daughter Ashi.

Her parents had celebrated her thirteenth birthday in style, with a big party and an extravagant cake. The next morning, when they woke up and looked at each other with wide eyes, the realization hit them like a ton of bricks: their daughter wasn't there.

They called their friends and family to see if anyone knew where she had gone; no one had seen or heard from her for days. The police were called and began an investigation to find out what happened to their daughter.

The police said that there was no sign of forced entry or evidence of a struggle inside the house, which led them to believe that someone must have been abducted from the house overnight. All they saw were footsteps leading out of the house. The police said they would continue investigating until they caught whoever did it. The police wanted to investigate further to find out who did it and why, but they had high hopes of finding something useful.

Even after all these years, Ashi remains that thirteen-year-old in her aunt’s mind. A 15-year search ended with her father's death.

I forgot to ring the calling bell. I sat on the doorstep thinking about everything. I got up for it and heard a car coming from the yard. I hid behind a pillar.