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Summer

I visited my father's house every summer. He lived alone in this metropolitan city for he was working here. It had been forever since I visited him, it felt like I had been transformed immensely in the past year, it was difficult to return as the same person here. To avoid boredom, I invited my cousins every year to spend the dog days. This year they could not join me as they were shifting to London, they were busy in the different procedures. So i decided to indulge myself in books. The vicinity of the building was quite windy and so sitting on grass, below shade and reading books was blissful. In this manner I started socialising with people downstairs, a teenage girl around my age asked me about other books of the series I was reading, her name is Alex. We soon became good friends and she introduced me to a group of boys and girls our age. We started hanging out a lot. Those void summer days were memorable because of them. We would explore the enormous premises and often wondered what lay ahead of the high wall securing our building from the dense marshland surrounding the south end. We were fooling around that day near the swimming pool when suddenly Shitij who had been speaking relentlessly for an hour stood awe struck. The next moment we saw several body parts splattered on the ground because the corpse couldn't bear the force of the fall. We weren't allowed to go close to the body but all we could procure were rumours. Rumour has it that she was a troubled wife of a rich businessman, she committed suicide because she felt immensely lonely and unfortunately caught her husband cheating on her. Nobody knew her well, not even the social butterflies of the society, no wonder she was lonely. After investigating further we came to know that she wasn't always like this and that after shifting to this very building her mental health had rapidly declined. We all sat on the grass pavement staring at the flat wondering how her husband could still live there, wondering how he did not die in guilt.