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Case 1725: Wakefield Family. Barbara Wakefield , age 30, wife of Bram Wakefield, died in a car accident on 25th November, 2003. Her dead body was found in their smashed car. Investigated reason for the accident : With her family, she was returning from a restaurant at night, in a car. As their car turned right for their home street, a truck smashed them from front. The accident killed Barbara and left her husband and her child injured. Evidences : The security camera footage of the street. Edward Wakefield , age 8, the only child of Bram Wakefield, died in a fire, on 2nd December, 2003, in his residence. His dead body was found in the hall. The body was completely burnt. Investigated reason for the fire : The kitchen stove was left open by Bram Wakefield in the morning. Edward lit the matchstick, near the stove, at afternoon and caught the fire. He ran to the hall but couldn’t save himself. Evidences : Partially burnt matchstick box found on the floor having ...

[January 01, 2016] [9:00 PM] We were close to each other; closer than ever. Her eyes, closed down, were the proof that she made her heart win over her brain. I too clenched my eyes and touched her forehead with mine. I felt her warm breath over my lips. Those breaths of her were mine. Our tight hug told each other that our hearts were pounding. Her clutch became much firm and nails of her tried to pierce through my denim shirt, which she gifted me yesterday; my New Year’s gift. I opened my eyes and looked at her red rosy lips, perfectly wedged and beautifully carved by the God. My lower lip shivered, slowly pulled itself closer to her and I drifted my head to push my lips over her upper lip. She didn’t respond. Maybe she was still fighting inside, deciding between the yes and no. Her steadiness shaped my thoughts- ‘she is still confused’, and I, somehow, started to withdraw myself. But, as soon as the lip touch loosened from my side, her lips opened and arrested my mouth. It was ...

I used to visit the garden of our colony whenever I got bored or exhausted from my daily life routine. This place always grants me such a peace. Seeing the small children playing, old people walking around the periphery of garden, couples sitting and chatting together always pleasured me and always fresh up my mind. One evening, sitting on the fancy iron bench I noticed a girl, entering the garden. She was in a college uniform, carrying a bag maybe she directly headed to this garden from her college. She was five feet and four inches tall, smart, slim and of fair complexion. She came and sat on the bench next to mine. Watching her in that uniform reminded me of my college days and I kept staring her. She was waiting for someone, as she constantly looked at the gate of the garden. She seemed sad. Her red eyes conveyed that she must have cried a lot. Watching her gloomy face I went into my own thoughts guessing that what would have happened with her, why is she sitting here, why she’s c...

In a market, after eight years, they crossed each other. In that crowd she didn’t notice him. It was then her six years old daughter who saw him and at once pulled her momma's sari and claimed, "Momma, he looks like the same guy in your college album, your best friend."                                                 She looked down to her child and asked politely, “What is it my dear?” “Momma,” said her excited daughter pointing towards the flower shop, “Over there, that uncle, your best friend!”                                           ...