The Half-written Postcard

CHAPTER-1

There was a postcard that lay in a corner of a dusty shelf all by itself, all summer-long. And it read:

march 23^rd,Someone once said, “Sometimes you don’t realize that you are actually drowning when you’re trying to be someone else’s anchor”. Do you think it’s true, Reyansh? Huh! This is yet again one of the hundreds of postcards that I would write to you and not yet post…. Funny how people call it a postcard even when it’s not even posted!I went down to the river yesterday as the snowflakes decided to take their day off for that one single day (it’s up again today). It was 8 in the evening as I stood on the bridge over the river, leaning on one of its beams. The darkness of the night seemed to engulf the dirt of the river and made it look more blissful, just like a shimmering piece of glass, with the reflections of lights of all sorts of colours from grey to deep purple. As I watched the floating lights I wondered, how our lives too, are floating on waters of emotions and feelings. Hmmm…. Things are how they are supposed to be they say, it’s all destiny they say. Why do I think that it could still be possible that I wouldn’t be the one they say? Well, all these seem so trifle to me now as I think about us. ‘It’s cold’, I say to myself. Funny, how I felt your warm breath, just then. You were there, with me on the bridge, while thousands of vehicles swirled all about us…

"I think I have found something.", said inspector Nahar handing down the postcard to Sr. inspector Andes.

"Just another useless trail, that would hit a dead end. And by the time we even get a hand on this whosoever Reyansh is, the real deal would be long gone.", scorned Mr Andes. He was the type of person who did not believe in that cases could be solved by merely looking for clues. He always had a knack for deep diving, be it in his case or even in real life. He might have mentioned once that he wanted to be a scuba diving instructor if he wasn't an inspector. I just stood there wondering what might have actually happened to a girl like Simmi. 

The interrogation began soon after the letter was discovered. "So, tell me who else lived here apart from Simmi?", Mr Andes' deep voice roared and seem to rupture the silence and scent of suspense that was hung in the air. "Only her father, as far as I know.", I replied sheepishly. He didn't  seem to take a heed of what I have said and peered at something for a very long time. 

"We are done here. Call the forensics and wrap this place up."

This sudden conclusion gave me a jerk and made a shiver run down from my head to the tip of my toe. For the next few days, police vehicles arrived and departed and kept the outsides of Simmi's house quite bustling. I watched from the window on the opposite side of the road and could not sleep.

One fine Saturday morning, Mr Nahar knocked on my door. He had an assistant by his side, as far as I could say by the looks of it. Tenyur opened the door slightly and peeked. Oh, wait! I haven't told you about Tenyur and Keya. 

So, we live in this culturally diverse society, a little off-skirt of Sirio-casa City and the area is full of people belonging to different nationalities, some settled in, some immigrants, some natives and what not. We have shared a house together just opposite to Simmi's for about 4 years now. We never had any sort of problem until one day somewhere in the month of April, Simmi suddenly disappeared and her body mysteriously found by the banks of river Veylo by the end of June. This is when all of this conundrum started. 

"Who do you want to talk to?" asked Tenyur. 

"Is Keya there? I hear she's a friend of Reyansh and Saurabh", asked the lady inspector raising her eyebrows a little.

"Come in, umm inspector.."

"Lilian"

"Yes, please."

...To be continued