Rakesh was troubled. Things were
coming to a head, at least in the cauldron that was his brain.
Rakesh and his wife Sansskriti
had recently shifted to Gurgaon, finally ditching the rented DDA flat for a
more peaceful stack of apartments. They owned the ground floor apartment in one
of 6 towers that made up Rakshak Towers. Everyday as Rakesh drove out of the
parking lot heading for work, he would pass by their drawing room window, and
find Sanskriti waiting there to wave to him.
