This isn’t your typical detective story. There are no guns or brutal murders. But surely, it is an even more interesting one. For it is real. And I was there too, when it happened, many years ago. I was in 5th standard back then. But don't judge my memory. Because I still remember it like it was yesterday. ***** It was Monday morning, the start of another long week. It looked great and new, yet it promised the same endless homework, teachers' scolding, and a lot of studies. But none of that gave the slightest hint of what was coming. The day started with the same Maths class, taught by our strict yet wonderful Sudarshana Ma'am. First, there was the attendance. The same old faces, the same old process. A girl in our class, Ria (I can't recall her real name), had returned after a long leave because her grandfather had passed away. I felt really sorry for her because I had also lost my grandpa a few days earlier. I really missed him. The first few periods dragged on like...
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