The Beautiful Corpse - Episode 2

Posted by மாயா | | Posted On Wednesday at 2:02 AM

Day 1: 6.30 AM

Muthu had just been back from his night patrol when the phone rang.
“What is it?”
“It’s from the control room sir. A homicide reported in bharathi ganga nagar, thirumagal kudil apartments.”
“Crap!” Muthu was smiling at the head constable.
“ You look like a ghost veerayya. Get some rest. I will take Paandiyan with me. And you two come along as well, he pointed at the other two new constables. And before that, someone get me a cup of tea, please.”
Inspector Muthu Govindan stretched and yawned and rubbed his eyes feverishly to get rid of the sleep. He had been awake for 48 whole hours. That tea might help him for few more hours. He got up and straightened himself.
6.45 AM
The terrace was crowded now. As he entered the whispers and murmurs stopped in an instant. He made a visual survey of the crime scene. With this crowd, it's going to be tough on forensic, he thought.
“Who saw it first?”
“I did”, Pushpa came out.
“What was the time when you came into the terrace? Did you see anyone else while here?”
“It was around 5.30 sir. No sir I didn’t see anyone.”
“Did anyone touch that ladder until now?"he asked, looking at the ladder reaching up to the overhead water tank. It would be a 10 ft 6 tank approximately he thought.the pipe poking out of the bottom left corner of the tank had been leaking what looked like the victim's blood."
“I did” a funky teenage boy rose his hand in slow motion.
“Paandiyan, remember to take his finger prints when the forensic people arrive. By the way, are they coming or not?”
“They are on their way sir”
Muthu climbed up slowly and peeked inside.
She was floating there. IT.. was floating there.
“Nobody bothered to switch off the motor? The tank is full. She might just come out herself, in a minute.”
“ugh..”the crowd murmured in disgust. Muthu signaled pandiyan.
Everybody was moved out of the terrace. The motor was switched off and the dead body was brought down by the constables spilling water on the railings. Muthu winced, getting finger prints is going to be difficult, he thought.
Back in the station, Sub Inspector Pavalakodi had just come in with her bag and umbrella clucthced under her arm. She saw only veerayya dossing off in his chair.
“Sir! where are the others?”, stowing her things under her desk she enquired the lonely constable.
“All gone to investigate a homicide. In Bharathiganga nagar.”
“Homicide? Oh I should have come early.”
“Earlier than this?" Veerayya stared at the wall clock. It was 7.30 in the morning.
Paval was browsing through some paper work, when Muthu came in.
“Paval come to my cabin ".
He was sitting behind his desk when she went in. With his folded hands as pillow and the desk as his leg rest, Muthu had stretched his 6 feet 8 body in that cramped space efficiently. He looked stressed. Sir.?”
“Sit down. “he answered still in ananda padmanaban posture.
He then slid down a paper towards her.” Just have a look. I think this is the first homicide case since you joined. Right?”
“Yes sir”. Paval skimmed through the piece of paper.
Victim: Priya, medical student, only child.
Found missing only in the morning.
Parents: Both doctors.
Autopsy report is yet to arrive. Cause of death – probably a hit in her head or drowning or both.
Forensic report is yet to arrive, might be difficult to single out the most recent prints.
Motive: ??
Suspect list ..??
Evidence : none collected. The terrace was clean and so was the tank, save for a few strands of hair, which looked like the victim’s(yet to be confirmed).
That’s it?
It was an abstract. Paval looked up at him. “Sir, any chances of suicide?”
“We can’t rule out that possibility. Especially since, there are no scratches or wounds visible on her body except for the fatal wound which we cannot say where exactly, only autopsy report will help us in that. She actually looked beautiful, you know? Get the camera from veerayya and upload the pictures. You can see for yourselves. And oh, I just had a call from the forensic department. Can you go and pick up the report?”
“Definitely sir. And what about the autopsy report?”
“It will reach my desk any minute now.”
Paval went to her desk with the digital camera and quickly started to upload the pictures of the crime scene. Let me just take a peek before going for the report, she told herself and clicked on slideshow.
“Good lord. She did look beautiful” Paval looked at the pictures pixel by pixel. Despite Muthu’s assurance that the crime scene was clear of any evidence her instinct told her look that something must be there. So she was looking for that missing evidence. And did she find one.?

Beautiful Corpse - 1

Posted by மாயா | | Posted On Tuesday at 11:45 PM

He was Hungry.he was thristy.. He slowly slid the flimsy curtain of his bedroom window and watched out for her. The ashtray in front of him was overflowing with cigarette buds and grey ash. The whole room stank of tasmac whiskey and smoke. He just sat there amidst the clouds of nicotine, Waiting.. waiting and wanting. There she was .. In her usual red dress, dancing for some mute music coming from her ipod earphones. Her silhouette made by the lighted balcony on this particularly grey evening gave her form, the look of a divine angel. His eyes went dancing. Looking at her made him long for her, to hold her in his very arms. He closed his eyes and imagined just that, it felt so good. His heart beat faster than the threshold speed. His hands were trembling. No, He cannot wait any longer, he thought. He decided to take action. To take her, by force if necessary..and tonight…..
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Day 1:

The day started as usual for kanagavel. He woke up in his cabin before, anyone could point out that he was sleeping while on duty. It was still early for most of the residents. 
 
The early morning birds singing their happy morning songs flew off for their day’s work from the huge tree behind the security cabin. The security cabin of that middle class apartment complex was furnished with all comforts for the needs of a sleeping night duty watchman. 
 
With borrowed carton boxes stacked to make a comfortable mattress and a long lost bed linen of some unfortunate housewife who lost it from her clothesline, pillows brought from home and a small transistor which was given by the association to accompany him at lonely nights, this small cabin was good enough as the presidential suite of the Park hotel for kanagavel.
 
Enjoying the morning chill breeze he sneezed, got out and stretched himself. Pulling his pants over the ever growing belly, he went to the backside of the apartment complex, to switch on the motors. It was one of his first duties, on a day.
Malathi was fuming. No one helped her in this house. “I say, I am a bloody labor in my own house. Who would help me? No body”. The house started to slowly wake up with this usual subrabath of vessels rolling in the kitchen. 
 
“Mom stop it “pushpa yelled sleepily from her room. The vessels rolled with greater force now.

Jaganath came out of the balcony from his usual yoga routine which was meant to free him off his anger. “ Why the hell are you making such noise, you ******?”.He started the subrabath of his own verses. 
 
“Oh for god’s sake“, pushpa stomped out of her room. Slamming the door behind her, she pushed her feet into her puppy slippers and went out of their tenth and final floor apartment, to the terrace. 
 
“Where the hell does she think she is going and in that flimsy excuse of a night gown?. You don’t ask her anything that is why she is like this.” jaganath shouted at her wife.
“Oh yeah!. Well as a secretary of this bloody building’s association, why don’t you first ask that idiot security to switch the motor on? I need water, now.”
 
“I saw him going to switch it on, Move aside let me try, you useless woman.” Jaganath pushed her aside and tried one of the taps in the kitchen sink full of dirty vessels.
 
After a few seconds of sudden bursts of music played by air, some sluggish liquid started to come out of the pipe. Sheesh! Look at the colour of the water. It’s muddy brown.
 
Behind him, Maladhi’s face turned white and she slowly whispered in broken words, “ I don’t think that is water Jagan.”
It was now thick and reddish bown..like blood…
Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh….

Someone shrieked from above.

“Pushpa??”, both screamed in unison and rushed to the terrace.


Pushpa was standing there with terror stricken face. Shivering in fear (or cold who knows?) she slowly pointed her nail art finger, towards the water tank. Many had come to the terrace by then.

There, in the corner of the overhead tank, a pipe was leaking…leaking blood.