'My Dearest Candy'
The golden yellow gas lamp kept on the study table flickered a bit. It was still stormy outside, although the menacing outrage of the nature had taken a more mellowed stature now, the wind only drawing patterns on the shadowed walls inside. Awnirudh Roy Chowdhury exhaled sharply as his eyes passed from the frightened lamp to the written words.
He scratched it.
'Dear Candice,
Hope this letter finds you well and you find in your heart to forgive me. Things in India are worst than I had expected. The satanic practice of Child marriage had planted it's seeds in almost every household. They burn small girls in the name of rituals, alive... '
He stopped, the silver nib of his pen finding it's refuge inside the inkpot once again. Awnirudh leaned back against his chair.
'God!!' he exhaled, brushing his fingers through his dampened hair.
He had just taken a bath, changed into his regular cotton nightshirt after the unexpected adventures of the day.
