The two kids sat glued to the computer screen, settling scores on tomb raider.
Mohit rose a few minutes later, his T-shirt sticking to his back like a wet ice-cream candy wrapper.
"Do you have something to Eat, Giri?"
"We just had dinner an hour ago, you glutton", Giri said, not taking his eyes off the screen and fingers off the keyboard.
"How long are these folks gonna take? And why do they have to go watch movies like 'Shaayad'? Sounds like the director wasn't sure he was gonna make any money out of it."
"Hmmm, but you see, it'll win some stupid award this time."
"Yeah, any movie that isn't any fun is sure to win an award."
"Hey, Giri, look at this."
Both the boys watched the window in the opposite apartment. Somebody was hacking someone. The fierce looking man was bringing down the axe with furious precision.
The kids stood transfixed as they saw the murderous mayhem unfold in front of their eyes. They heard a third voice talking in a lower tone. Probably the accomplice, wondering where to bury the body.
A few moments later, a dark figure walked out of the building, carrying a filled sack on his back. It was kind of dark below and the street light wasn't enough to show his face. Still, the boys couldn't believe their eyes. They had just witnessed a horrendous crime. They crouched down low and sat below the window sill. still.
Mohit switched off the lights in the room.
"You don't wanna be killed for having seen that, do you?"
The police officer laughed. "three murders on three continuous nights? Right in front of your apartment?"
Mohit's father shrugged. "That's what the boys say."
The cop looked at Mohit. "Listen son, this is serious. And we can't just barge into somebody's house just because..."
Giri interrupted. "No, uncle, we mean it." The look on his face, with the sweat on his forehead made the officer think. The kids did look genuinely scared. Well, he had to do what he had to do.
The 'axe-murderer' opened the door and looked quite puzzled to see a cop with children. "Yes, officer?"
The cop already felt this was all a big mistake and felt like walking away. The house looked quite normal as if nothing had happened. Just then they heard two men arguing inside. And one was threatening the other with his life.
"What's going on, may I ask?"
"Oh that," The killer laughed. "We're practising for our factory's anniversary celebrations. You see, sir, I used to dabble in theater earlier..."
Mohit and Giri sat, numb and dumb. Quite dumb. The hall filled with laughter as the cop and murderers shared tea and cookies. Mohit swore never to look into a neighboring window again. Giri was silent. Probably thinking the same.
"And the gunny sack? The boys positively saw someone..."
The gunny sack carrier laughed. "That was a coincidence, only that night. After the rehearsal, I had to carry home the bunch of newspapers I'd left here the day before."
More laughter filled the hall. Nobody noticed the boys sneaking out.