Badhwar Park was quiet that night. Located
near the southern tip of Mumbai, this area was home to several offices. It was
abuzz with people during the working hours but as the day receded, the activity
diminished, the place plunged into darkness and bore a deserted look.
Prakash
made his way through the clutch of hutments. Prakash was returning home after a
hard day of work. Prakash normally started his day as a fisherman. He would get
up at 3 AM in the morning. He would sail in his small boat in the South Mumbai
waters and return with a big catch of fish. He would then proceed to the nearby
fish market and sell his catch to the fish retailers for a handsome price. By
the afternoon hours, he would transition from a fisherman to a “pani puri”
vendor. Prakash had a small stall of pani puri near the shores. His customers
included all the office people who were returning from work and stopped by to
calm their hungry stomachs. By 9 in the evening, Prakash would wind up his
stall.
Prakash now entered the lane that took him to his
house. He knew that his wife Supriya would be waiting for him. As he approached
the house, he noticed that the house was dark. “What was Supriya doing in such
darkness?” he wondered to himself. “Or was Supriya at home, at all? If she
wasn’t, where had she gone at this hour?” Prakash now arrived at the door and
found that it was locked from inside. When Supriya went outside, she normally
locked the door from outside. He rang the doorbell. Supriya did not answer. He
waited for a few minutes but there was no answer. He rang the doorbell once
again. Yet Supriya did not answer. “Supriya must be sleeping” he wondered.”I
should wake her up”. He then banged on
the door and yelled out her name for almost a minute. Yet there was no answer.
By now, Prakash was worried. His banging had
attracted the attention of the people from neighboring houses. Some came up to
him. One of them asked “Prakash, what is the matter?” Prakash replied “Supriya
is not opening the door. I have been calling her name for last few minutes.” Prakash banged on the door for another couple
of times. A second man came up and said “Prakash, let’s break upon the door”. Prakash
accepted the suggestion and stepped aside. All people stepped back by around
five footsteps. This second gentleman prepared himself to force open the door.
He was tall and burly with a good physique. He took a deep breath, walked back
a step and came forward with force, lifting his right leg and hitting hard on
the middle of the door. The door which was made of a thin layer of wood, easily
gave away.
It was dark inside the room. At first, no one
could see anything. As few seconds passed by, eyes got used to the darkness in
the room. Prakash was able to make out the outline of the furniture, table and
bed in the room. All of them were at their place except a small table. It was
lying upside down in the middle of the room. Prakash fixed his look on the
table and then looked up. He could see the outline of a human figure in the air.
He scrambled to his left, reached out for the wall and to the switches. He
pushed the switch and turned on the light.
He now saw what his mind had told him but his heart
had refused to accept. His beloved wife was hanging by the ceiling fan. He was
frozen. People, who accompanied him, loosened the cloth knot on the ceiling fan
and slowly removed the body, laying it on the ground. A third gentleman put his
fingers outside her nostrils. He could not feel any movement of air. “Prakash,
she is no more” he said. Another gentleman called him “Prakash, there is a
note.” The gentleman walked over & handed him the note. Prakash opened the
note with trembling hands. The note read:
“Life has been unfair to me. It has not given me
what every lady yearns for. I am very depressed. I have borne this situation
for many years but cannot do so any more. I am ending my life. No one should be
held responsible.”
An hour later, I walked into the room. The body had
been kept on the ground. One constable was taking pictures of the body. One was
checking the fingerprints. Yet another constable was looking around the house
to see if there were any clues that could help us. Aditi was supervising the
process.
“Aditi, what happened?”
“Sir, the lady is no more.”
“How did it happen?”
“Sir, according to the eye witnesses, Prakash, the
lady’s husband, came home after work. He knocked on the door but received no
answer. Hence he along with few others broke open the door & found her
hanging from the ceiling fan”
“Did you discover a suicide note?”
“Yes sir, the lady has indicated that she was
childless and hence she was upset and depressed”
“Send the body for post mortem examination”
“We have examined the house. There is no loss of
valuables. The money and the jewelry in the cupboard are intact. Supriya was
wearing few gold ornaments and they are untouched”
“Hmmm, it therefore does not seem to be case of
burglary”
I turned over to Prakash. He was sitting on the
ground near the body. He had pulled up his legs close to his heart and was
staring at the body. He seemed to be grief stricken. I walked up to him.
“Prakash, ACP Savyasachi. I understand your grief
but I have to ask you a few questions”
Prakash wiped his tears and said “Yes sir, please
go ahead”
“You discovered the body”
“Yes sir, I came from work. I knocked on the door
and called out her name. When she did not answer, I forced opened the door. I
found her hanging”
“When was the last time you saw her alive?”
“In the afternoon”
“What time?”
“12”
“Did she tell you anything or did you feel
anything odd about her behavior?”
“No, Sir”
“What did you do after that?”
“Sir, I went to the nearby chowk and started
making preparations for the panipuri stall. I normally commence the stall by 4
in the afternoon”
“Were both of you leading a happy married life?”
“Yes sir. We were earning very well and happy with
each other. We loved each other dearly”
“How many children do you have?”
“None, sir”
“Your wife,
in the note, says that she was depressed”
“Yes sir”
“Why?”
“We did not have kids even after 15 years of
marriage. We did not consult a doctor because we felt that if the deficiency
was identified with any of us, it would ruin our marriage.”
“You
suspect your wife could have had a relationship outside marriage”
For the first time, he looked at us and stared
indignantly. “No sir, the chances are second to none”
I got up and walked around. There was nothing much
I could do here. I went up to Aditi.
“Aditi, once you have the post mortem examination
report, meet me in the office. Send the note to a handwriting expert and have
it checked to confirm that the handwriting is that of the deceased lady. Also
please speak to couple of people here and see if you can find anything about
this couple”
“What do you think sir?”
“From whatever, I have seen right now, it seems to
be an open and shut case of suicide”
Next morning, I was in my office. The day was a
bit cooler than the previous one. It was about ten in the morning when Aditi
walked in my office.
“Good morning, Sir”
“Good Morning, Aditi”
“Sir, the autopsy report has come. According to
the report, the victim died due to asphyxiation. It says that there was
constriction of blood vessels, leading to insufficient supply of oxygen to the
brain.”
“What does it say about the neck or the spinal
cord?”
“There is damage to the spinal cord. However it is
not severe”
“That is understandable. The fall that the victim
took was about 2 feet. For the spinal cord to sustain severe damage, the fall
has to be greater than 4-5 feet. If the fall is even greater, then the cord can
break”
“That means that lady did hang herself. She was
not manually strangulated & then tied to the rope”
“Usually, the injury to the spinal cord is the
defining factor. However there is no way to determine if the hanging was by
conceit”
“What is the time of the death?”
“The report says that death must have occurred
between 1 and 2 PM”
“That
virtually closes the case, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I guess so”
“Has the handwriting report come?”
“Yes”
“It confirms that the handwriting is that of the
deceased lady”
“Did you speak to the ladies in the vicinity?”
“Yes Sir. This lady attended a mini social club.
In Marathi, we refer to it as “Bishi”. They meet every month and contribute a
certain amount. This amount is pooled together. A lucky draw is then taken out
and the person who wins takes the amount home. The person’s name is then
removed from the draw. Apart from this game aspect, this is an occasion to get
together and gossip.”
I looked at her for some time and said “I know. My
mom has been a member of one such club for the last 25 years. I have tried very
hard to convince her that she can very well deposit the money in a bank or a
fixed deposit and the bank will pay her a commodity called Interest. My mom
pretends to hear it and still continues with the club”
“The ladies in the club say that the Supriya did
show signs of being upset. The discussion about each other’s kid continuously
reminded her that she did not have them. Some kid coming first in examination, some
kid going to picnic, some kid crying, some kid injured, these talk upset her a
lot”
“Yet, none advised her of IVF technique or
adoption of other kids”
“No sir”
I shook my head. “Strange are the ways of our
society. If only, it listens to me”
I then looked at Aditi who was watching me
intently. “Prepare a report of suicide to be submitted to the higher ups. You
may also handover the body to her husband.”
Aditi then got to work. She rummaged through the
papers and removed the form that is used to file the report. She then filled it
up and then filed along with it, the supporting the documents. Once the file
was ready, she brought it to me for its approval.
I opened the file and began reading through it. I
did a second check of the details on the main report. Everything was in order.
Aditi was at her best. I flipped around to the second part which was the
suicide note. I read it again. I flipped to the third part which was the
autopsy report. I read the finger print expert’s report. I examined the
photographs.
“Aditi, Come here. I just want to double check
that it is a suicide”
“Check all
the pathology centers in the area. Find out if Prashant Singh or Supriya Singh has
carried out any tests. If you locate such a pathology center, I want full
details.”
“I want full details of Prakash Singh. Activate
our network. Try to find out if any of our informers have any information on
him”
“I want the call details of Prakash. I also want
his call location and call tracker. Try to get these to me as soon as possible”
I sat back on my chair. This case looked simple
and straightforward. Yet there was lingering fear that it may not seem true. I
sat thinking in my chair. Hours passed by. I got busy in my other cases. It was
not afternoon until Aditi came up to me.
“Sir, Prakash Singh underwent a sperm count test
at Vitriolic Pathological Laboratory. His sperm count was above the minimum
required. In other words, it was Supriya who could not conceive.”
I looked at Aditi and smiled. “Good work. This
means that Prakash certainly gave a false statement.”
“Does it prove anything? She knew that she could
not conceive, was depressed and ended her life”
“No it doesn’t, but why not tell us in his
statement. Doesn’t it make his case stronger?”
“Any news on his background”
“Yes Sir”, she replied “One of our informers is
active in the same region. According to him, Prakash is an honest and
hardworking person. He is doing well as a fisherman and panipuri vendor. He is
very popular and well respected among the other fishermen.”
“His history is clear. He has no criminal records
against him or no charges of any kind of suspension, expulsion or fraud and
embezzlement. According to our informer, he had very good relations with his
wife”
“Have his call records come?”
“Yes Sir, His call records have come and we have
scrutinized them. Most of the calls were made to his friends, relatives and
business partners, vendors. However, there was very high incidence of
communication with one particular number. The number belongs to Savitabai, a
fellow fisherwoman”
“Savitabai is in her mid thirties and beautiful.
She was married to a local carpenter. However, differences arose in their
marriage and domestic violence was reported. Her husband used to regularly beat
her, abuse her and sometimes even rape her. After few years, it became
intolerable and hence she walked out of the marriage”
“She makes her living by selling fishes in the
nearby market. Prakash is her sourcer. Our informer tells us that she is of
extremely good nature and lovable. She is on good terms with most in the
locality”
“What is the location of his cell at the time of
the murder?”
“At around 12’o clock, the location of his cell
was the hutment area, as he stated in his statement. Then it traveled away from
the hutment area towards the Gateway of India. It crossed the sea and reached
the forests of Elephanta caves. It stayed steady at this place for over four
hours and then moved back to the Gateway of India. It moved away from the
Gateway of India and reached the Colaba location.”
“Brilliant work, Appreciate it. Now do one last
thing for me. Trace the location of this so called Savitabai at the time of the
murder and also checks the vending stalls of the steamer. Check if anyone can
identify Prakash.”
Aditi got to work very swiftly. She made a few
telephone calls from his desk. I observed a broad smile appear on her face. She
had found something. Then she asked two of the deputy constables to accompany
her. They were gone for more than 4 hours. I did not meet them that day. Next
morning, I entered office at the usual time of 10’0 clock. She was waiting for
me with her updates.
“The call location of Savitabai is very
interesting. It shows the hutment area in the morning, till about 11.30 AM. It
begins to move towards Gateway of India. It crosses the channel and enters the
forests. It stays there till about 7 in the evening and then travels back to
the hutment areas”
“I also questioned the person at the ticket
window. He has been able to identify Prakash. He can remember Prakash because
he argued with Prakash over certain matter. He says that Prakash made two trips
to and fro to Elephanta. First trip was at 12 and second trip at around 2.30.”
“Great Work, Aditi. Let us have a chat with our
man.”
We left the police station and travelled to the
hutments. We arrived at our destination shortly. Prakash was about to leave for
his pani puri stall. He looked at us and smiled.”Good afternoon, all of you”
“Good afternoon, Prakash. If you are not getting
late, we wanted to have a chat with you”
“Sure Sir”
“Prakash, in the statement that you made to the
police, you have said that you did not pursue any medical treatment because you
feared it will wreak havoc in your marriage”
“Yes sir”
“Then, why did you conduct a sperm test at the
Vitriolic Pathological Lab?”
Prakash was stunned. He began to shiver and sweat
rolled down his cheek
“How did you know?” He stammered.
“We are Mumbai Police, not any circus. Now please
answer my question, why did you break the protocol?”
“For the past six years, I had an affair with a colleague
of mine. It involved physical relationship with her. During the course of the
relationship, she conceived. Initially, I thought that she was betraying me but
she insisted that it was my child that she carried. I wanted to verify her
claims.”
“Savitabai, isn’t it”
Prakash closed his eyes and buried his face in his
hands. “Yes” he said
“How did you kill your wife without manually
strangulating her?”
“The Badhwar Park slums organize an annual
function which consists of plays, dance competitions, singing competitions and
so on. This year, I had participated in a play. When I went home that day for
lunch, I told Supriya, that one of the scenes was bothering me and I needed to
practice. I asked her to help me”
“She readily agreed to help you”
“I pretended that in the scene to be enacted, the
woman protagonist is about to commit suicide and the male protagonist is
pleading with her not to. I asked her to enact the woman part and told her that
I would do the man’s role.
As the scene unfolds, the woman writes a suicide
note, takes the stool, climbs up on it and inserts the noose around the neck.
She did her part very well”
“When she inserted the noose around her neck, you
dislodged the table and she was strangulated. Then you kept the table in such a
way that police would infer that a suicide had been committed”
“Yes Sir”
“You told her the contents of the suicide note”
“Yes”
“Why, Prakash, why kill her?”
“I could start a family. I wanted to start one.
She was a good wife. I did not have a ground for divorce. Divorce for this
deficiency would be debatable in court of law. It would also ruin my reputation
in the society”
“Do you know that you can adopt an IVF technique
or adopt a kid?”
“I wanted to start my family, extend my lineage,
my lineage!!!”
“Do you think that you are the Maharaja of Jaipur
to be so worried about your lineage?”
I shook my head and turned to the head constable
Tukaram. “Please take him away. Arrest the woman as well.”
Tukaram along with another constable led Prakash
out of his house and into the police van. I looked around the house and at
Supriya’s photo. I felt sorry for her. She was a loyal wife. She trusted her
husband, accepted their situation and lived as happily as she could. At the
same time, her husband was an infidel. He entered into a relationship with a
woman. He killed his wife, who trusted him and who never suspected him.
I turned around to find out that Aditi was looking
at me questioningly.
“How did you figure out that it was murder and not
suicide? This looked as simple suicide.”
“One question always bothered me. If husband and
wife accepted the situation and lived for 15 years, why on earth was Supriya
disturbed so much now. I mean I understand that women yearn for kids and always
resent their absence. However I could not fathom the reason why she should be
so depressed to commit a suicide”
“It was about six months ago that Savitabai
conceived. Though they aborted the child, he still realized that he could start
a family of his own”
“My second flag came when I read the suicide note.
As Prakash admitted now, he dictated the contents of the note. Unfortunately
his knowledge of the fact that it was Supriya who was deficient, crept into the
way he constructed the note. Therefore, he wrote as “Life has been unfair to
me” rather than “Life has been unfair to us”. I thought that either Supriya
knew that she was deficient and she was genuinely depressed or it was Prakash
who knew and murdered her. Therefore I asked you to check the pathological labs”
“Now consider the crime scene. Supriya bids adieu
to Prakash. She locks the house from inside. She then takes the table, prepares
the noose and then commits suicide. In such a case, the table and bolt should
bear her fingerprints.
What actually happened was that Supriya enacted
the scene and hung herself by deceit. Prakash positioned the stool in such a
way that it could deceive us and it did. Then he bolted the house from inside
and was about to flee from the window. He then realized “O Lord! My
fingerprints will be discovered”. He picked up a cloth and wiped them from the
bolt and table.
He did not realize that bolt and table are things
in common usage. His fingerprints would not have raised suspicion. Rather it
was a complete absence of them that raised many doubts. If Supriya had indeed
committed a suicide, she could not have had the chance to eliminate her
fingerprints.”
Aditi was impressed. “That is superior deductive
reasoning”. I shook my head and winked at her “An efficient use of my grey
cells”
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