Story 3: Dance of the Gods
Last month, a few students came to me, asking for permission to visit a festival in their village in Kerala. As I talked to them and got to know more about the event, I was struck by the idea of using this as background for my next story - a thriller for the first time from my pen - on the theme of "A Celebration." 7.30 am Constable Santhosh stood at the window of the Edakkad Police Station, watching the sunrise. A bird chirped somewhere, and a few moments later, another chimed in. A gentle breeze blew across the room. Santhosh was ready for yet another hectic day. An official car glided to a stop outside the Police Station. Santhosh wondered who this early visitor was. He turned from the window just in time to see a tall man rushing into the room, hands moving into the inside of his jacket. Santhosh’s hands rushed to his own weapon. A moment later, he relaxed. The guy had brought out an ID and was saying “Sharma. Superintendent of Police, Crime Branch Investigation Depart