"How is the kheer, beta?" Mrs Khanna asked me.
"Very nice auntie" I slurped the delicious kheer she had forced on me.
She smiled and turned to the TV. A religious mythology program was going on.

The house smelled of jasmine and almond. The shelf behind the TV was filled with knicknacks of all types.
Mrs. Khanna was the respected teacher of the neighbourhood. She has taught many of the kids in the area.
The shelf had books all types. Literature, old magazines, travel guides, cooking books, Hindi textbooks.
There were books in Hindi, English and couple of Tamil ones.
I didnt know she was such a voracious reader, that too in so many languages and topics.
I had always thought of her as the patient Hindi teacher.
She had travelled all over the world. The fridge was adorned with magnets of places from all over.
There was A yucatan ceramic pot, an ancient egyptian papyrus painting and a jade knife from China.
Looking at the shelf, I wished I led such a full life.

Peter uncle was poisoned while he was travelling in Egypt with some friends.
Saradha didi was poisoned by someone who read the love letters she wrote in Tamil.
And I had boasted yesterday at the party, that I had some good idea who the poisoner was.

But now i really knew, but I wont be telling anyone. Not anymore.
Mrs Khanna smiled at me.