It was early evening. The usual sounds of children playing, rung in Sundar Society. It was a normal day with nothing out of place. Little kids were playing around , running here and there , happy and oblivious to the cruelty of the real world. Six-year-old Ananya was playing with seven-year-old Nisha. They were having a nice time counting the number of windows their building had. Their gaze shifted to the sixth floor. A boy was standing on the edge of his open window. No sooner had they registered him as Harsh, did they see him fall out of the window. Their gaze followed the body all of the six floors to the pavement where it landed with a soft thud, bounced and then lay motionless. The girls stood there rooted to their spots not a syllable left their open mouths. After about a minute had passed, a loud scream was heard in the society. The body of Harsh was soon noticed by everyone else.
Ananya barely ate dinner that night. As soon as the scream had rung out, people had begun rushing out of their homes and noticed the reason for the scream. The high pitched voice had belonged to Mrs. Saxena the mother of little Harsh. She had seen her little boy fall out the window and had run down to the body of her son and broken down completely next to it in an uncontrollable flow of tears. A throng of people had now gathered around the body and soon all the kids were rushed off to their homes. Ananya had never seen any death before. The shock had affected her as it was expected for a little girl to be. Ananya’s mom had tried talking her out of the shock, but she still hadn’t recovered.
The next day, the police came around. The death was an accident but they had to complete the formality of an investigation. The police questioned Mr. and Mrs. Saxena. Mr. Saxena hadn’t been home so he couldn’t tell the police much. But he held onto his wife, who in between loud sobs and sniffs narrated the incident to the cops. The police decided to ask the little kids who had been playing in the society on the previous day. Leaving Ananya and Nisha , none of the other kids had actually seen the boy falling. Nisha had only cried on being asked questions by the police so they decided to pay Ananya a visit before closing the case. The cops were received by Ananya’s mom ; who told them that Ananya was still in a state of shock and that she would not say much. Ananya came out of her room holding her mother’s hand.
The cops asked-
‘Ananya , please tell us what you saw yesterday. ‘
Ananya’s grip became tighter on her mother’s hand.
The cops continued-
‘Don’t be afraid of us. We won’t hurt you. See, I have a chocolate for you.’
Ananya looked at the chocolate. She looked at her mom , who nodded. Ananya extended one hand to take the chocolate , with her other hand still holding on to her mother’s hand. After she finished the chocolate , the police asked her –
‘Nice chocolate no? Now please tell us what you saw that evening?’
Ananya blinked and replied in a meek voice-
‘I saw Harsh falling out of the window and a pair of hands going in.’
Harsh was autistic.