It was raining heavily as I hurriedly ran towards my flat in Southern Park. It was already eleven when I was returning home after work. I soon realised by the darkness of the lane that there was a power cut in the locality which made it very difficult to find my way. Adapting my eyes to the darkness of the lane, I strode along the path I knew so well. I quickly opened the door and entered the apartment. It was a three storey building, the ground floor was Dr. Kunal's Chamber and the first floor belonged to Mr. Bose while I lived on the second floor. As I entered I could see a faint light coming from a candle burning in the doctor's cabin and feeling for the stair case in the dark , I slowly started to climb the stairs. There was an empty bird cage at the door of Mr. Bose who was a bird lover and would often go to the nearest lake with his DSLR camera early in the morning hoping to take a snap of the river kingfisher or the common emerald dove. So carefully passing by t...
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