THE MURDER IN MY DREAM
The murder in my dream It is often said that if you have a special person in life, you don't need a diary. But I strongly believe that a human will always fail you. Inadvertently. Sometimes in a few days. Sometimes after a few years. I am writing this diary because of an eerie dream – I saw a murder. Murder of my best friend. That too, by her husband. February 18, 2019 I don't know yet whether things happened the way I am going to describe. Perhaps it's my mind playing games as it often does after a marathon reading of the psychotic thrillers. Or maybe it’s my pills that my therapist has prescribed for my paranoia. But my gut says otherwise – I think the murder did happen. I just need to get to the bottom of it. Let me go back a few months. Simran, my best friend from college had gotten married to Rakesh Sinha, a hotshot management consultant who owned a plush 3BHK in Bandra along with a couple of swanky cars. I know what you are thinking, but no. My