If there is a genre that I adore after Fantasy it is Crime Thrillers. I love detective novels, I love mysteries and I absolutely love conspiracies, spies and fast paced thrillers. I have always wanted to write a similarly fast paced story but I always got caught up in the details: how does law and order work, what happens when someone is murdered, how does a police interrogation work…the amount of research into making a plausible story was so daunting that I would give up even before beginning.
It had been a fortnight since Radha had lost his best friends. He couldn’t really blame Mayur for not wanting to be his friend – he would probably have done the same thing had he been in his position – but that did not stop him from regretting how things had turned out.
The news that Sagar had been the culprit behind all the pranks that had wreaked havoc in school in the past 4 months spread like wildfire. Nobody could believe that the imbecile Sagar had it in him to pull off pranks like he had. Some were impressed. Some were disgusted. Some proclaimed, loudly, that they had always known that something was off with the dude.
The truth hit Radha like a freight train. For a moment he reveled in the sweet pleasure of a deserving adversary. But slowly he realized the horror of what had transpired – the scale of it, the attention to detail, the singular focus on destruction. But he couldn’t put a finger on why – what had he done to Chandra that she would do this to him? And to involve his best friend…her brother…it was too fantastical for him to be able wrap his head around it.
Now that Radha had figured Sagar had something to do with the events of the past three months, it was like a bee in his bonnet. He couldn’t stop thinking about it but at the same time he didn’t know what to do either. He didn’t have enough evidence apart from a strong gut feeling. Times like these he wished Mr. Holmes was real so he could go to the detective and pick his brain on how to gather evidence.
A hot summer afternoon. A nondescript school day filled with number crunching, essay writing and listening to your Hindi and English teachers lament on the hopelessness of teaching thirteen year old students who did not appreciate the languages.
Restlessness had now permeated Mayur and Sagar. Where before they simply tolerated being called Watson and Timothy, they hadn’t known a time would come where they would miss being their alter-egos. Since Radha had taken the decision to not pursue the prankster, he had also stopped the detective play. They were back to being thirteen year old boys who passed their time doing nothing of import.
On the pretext of taking a breather, Radha had found a plum location to sit where he could see all his classmates but they couldn’t see him. It had been a week since the school had to be evacuated thanks to the prankster but things had been quiet since then. It made Radha uneasy and he wished…
Sagar removed the keys from his bag and paused in front of the main door. He took a deep breath and let it out. He inserted the key and lowered his eyes. He closed the door, softly, so no one in the house would get disturbed. He lifted his eyes a fraction when he realized the house was dark. Oh, was his mother having one of her episodes?
The daydreams had been at a bare minimum thanks to all the excitement this new academic year had brought for Radha. Suddenly his real world had seemed infinitely more challenging than anything he could dream. This change of pace had invigorated him and he had really enjoyed hunting for his thief.