
He sighs and looks at the time on his mobile phone ... 4.35 a.m. ... he sits up in bed ... rubs his hands over his jaw and cheeks ... he stacks his pillow against the headrest ... lays back against his pillows... and turns to look at his sleeping wife ...
Her right cheek is resting on the palm of her hand ... the dark lashes flutter gently against her silken cheeks ... her black hair tumbles around her face ... her chest rises and falls with her breathing ... she is so beautiful and so peaceful ...
His heart constricts ... he still could not believe how frightened and small she had looked for the past two days ...
His heart is troubled ... his mind is crammed with restless thoughts ... he has to unburden himself ... he gives a deep sigh ... throws back his covers ... gets to his feet and heads towards the writing table ... he flicks on the lamp ... takes a pen and a sheet of paper ... and starts pouring his heart out ... "My dearest love...
The sun streams in weakly through the window ... and drags Thulasi back to wakefulness ... she opens her eyes slowly and blinks dreamily ... she looks at the calendar ... Sunday ... today is Sunday ... her eyes search for Tamil ... and suddenly they fall on the dressing table on which there is a yellow envelope ... "Hey! What's this?" ... she reaches forward and picks it up ... opens it ... there is a letter and a note ...
Thulasi pulls out the letter and reads it ...
After her shower ... Thulasi sits at her dressing table and after hurriedly combing and tying her hair ... impatiently picks up the note ... "Okay now what's the first clue ... "