WAIT’S OVER
By Neel Anil Panicker
For days Inspector Sharma lay in wait, pitching his tent by the rivulet that abutted the foothills of the forest. There he lay in wait, biding his time, subsisting on the mercy of the trouts and shrimps that he would catch with the help of his improvised fishing rod__a long wooden rod sliced out of one of the several branches of the lone Cedar tree in the entire half a kilometre outgrowth.
And so continued the cat and mouse game, a game that he had been playing for almost over two decades now, a game that placed a high premium on certain sterling abstract virtues uppermost among them being patience and a hawk eyed observation.
The sun that rose on the first hour of Week Three of his vigil brought with it much needed cheer.
Peering into his long range telescopic lens, he sighted a movement, albeit a very slight one.
A shaggy looking man, his clothes a tatter, his eyes a daze, limped out from behind the woods and moved towards the stream.
As the pitiable vision drew closer, Inspector Sharma rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
He, the seeder, had succeeded in his mission to catch a most wanted criminal, also the killer of seven innocent persons.
Inspector Sharma waited for the forlorn figure to come in the cross hairs of his lens and then stepping out of the tent, he pointed his gun towards the fugitive shouting, “Time’s up, Sattar Bhai”.
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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Saturday Mix – Double Take, 12 May 2018
Our homophone sets this week are:
cedar – an evergreen tree
seeder – one who broadcasts seeds
and
days – more than one day
daze – to bewilder
neelwritesblog 
Another great Inspector Sharma mystery.
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