The year was 2009.
In the far end of a city, called Chennai, there were a few
houses in a lonely street. The street comprised nearly twenty houses. Most of the
people in the street were rich and well-educated. Out of those, a house didn't look
like a house at all.
The house looked awkward and nasty in its appearance. The neighbors didn't know
anything about the house. To the neighbors, it just looked like a dustbin. They
dumped their waste into the house. No one knew the owner of the house. They
didn't have enough time to enquire those matters.
The house was painted blue. But it had faded away. It was a two-storey building.
The front of the house had a name printed on the wall:
BAY HOME 1985
But it barely stood there. Also there was a kitchen garden behind it. All the plants,
which had been planted by someone, maybe by that "Bay", had gone rotten. There
were no more plants.
The neighbors thought that no one would be coming to that house. Also they
assumed that the owner of the house would be dead.
But they were obviously wrong.
There was a guy in the house. They would have
known the entry of the guy, if they had bothered about the house. The guy might
have entered the house through the rusted gate or through the kitchen garden.
The ground floor of the house contained nothing. There was only a wooden
staircase to the first floor. The first floor comprised a hall, a bedroom and a
bathroom. Obviously there were no water and electricity supply to the house. The
guy was in the bedroom. There were a bed and a wardrobe with no clothes. The
guy was sitting on the bed. There was only one window in the room. The guy had
opened it just an inch. Opposite to him, there was a bungalow. It was huge and
majestic.
The guy was wearing a school uniform, blue striped and a dark pant. That revealed
that he was a school student.
The time was around 6:00 pm.The guy's age was sixteen. He was holding
something in his hands. A gun. It was his fate's order to be there with a gun in his
hands.
His name was Kasper Dravid.