Few days earlier, we had a ripped jeans, a half eaten apple on the bed, the waste basket lay toppled and above all the kitchen was stinking, almost like a fertilizer truck had run over a skunk. Alas he is in! my roomie gasped.
Work on hand, I shouted, we cleaned up the mess and the grudge increased as time passed. We were very tired after the days work and this one was a blow from behind. The culprit was not found anywhere. Not a clue.
Later on Dingan worked predominantly during the night. The chaos he created was beyond limits. He showed himself once; He was small,brown and fast.He turned quickly and escaped through the back door.
With futbol on air, our nocturnal activities increased, Dingan was finding it tough. He took all his courage to come out on that deadly night of Jun 22nd.I saw him, He is back I cried out. Closing the doors we ran behind him, he managed to escape from 3 blows, but the cricket bat met the target. An eye ball popped out, He laid motionless, Not a drop of blood - Surgical Precision! Professionals in making Arun hinted.
What next? The decision was unanimous Hang him till death!

Yesterday,I saw Dingans cousin, will history repeat?