'Damn, that back door lock. How come it didn’t strike us?' Saurabh said,
crossing Neeraj’s name out from our shortlist.
‘Sometimes facts reveal themselves slowly' I said. ‘And what is this
drink? Sugar syrup and whiskey?’
‘My special cocktail. Honey with whiskey. So satisfying, isn’t it?’
‘For sugar addicts, yes,’ I said.
We were in our Malviya Nagar house, which we had not vacated yet.
‘It isn’t likely to be Namrata either,’ Saurabh said.
‘Oh,’ I said.
Yes, the back door access logic applied to her too.
Saurabh nodded. He stood up from the sofa, lost in thought, and walked
to the kitchen. He came back with an extra-large one-kilo pack of
Haldiram’s bhujia. How is it legal to sell these unhealthy things? Or why
don’t they at least come with a warning? Like those cigarette pack
