The word inscribed were shining with the sun's  flare and the khaki officers were walking by the police station. I was able to see the angry prisoners and the laughing police cops. I and swati had came here to state the incident but they refused to take it to their attention due to the lack of theft.
  I noticed a minor mistake in the words . Up above the building was a mistake on the board due to replacement of letter 'T' from 'I' in the 'POLICE STATION ' The mistake was very minor, but it seemed very big due to its inscription on a as big platform of a police station.
I thought for a second and found the same in that case. The theft is much minor but it is not what it is seeming much larger to me due to my conditions . the constant ignorance from the world has made me doubt the normal around me . whatever it is , i need to calm myself off .

i noticed the worried face of swati which had a tint of exhaustion but it still seemed active and the sun was making its way for the the moon to come and i was making the way for swati to go in bu opening the door . this connection reminded me of the kindergarden story of two siblings who were made the sun and the moon . 

"so do you think that this all stuff was normal "

" i don't know either "

"means"

"i think the thing is really normal , but...."

"but what ?"

she broke the glance and i followed her way to the kitchen as i really wanted to know that .  i saw the yellow packet of two minute noodles in her hand with the large inscription 'welcome back, maggi' . she was making the noodles .

  i felt a bit of water in her eyes . she was crying .

"hey , what happened . why are you crying ?" i asked "did i say anything bad ?"

"no, not a bit . i think you are imagining a lot now-a-days  "she replied but the nervousness was still their in her voice 

she took out two plates and served those noodles equally between the two . Without a word , we both sat down opposite to each other . i was still wondering of those tears in her eyes but her refusal gave me a little rest . but i was still curious of the 'but...' .

"hey , you had left the thing incomplete that day " she said sudden

 huh , she changed the topic. i think it meant something that she is unable to say something that she is wanting to but is it real ? i understood that all those things are my imaginations and nothing more than that but i wondered that re the things happening the way they are being accepted by me  . i realized the theft is really normal and i have to throw all this suspects out of my mind but my mind is  not allowing me to do so .

with my hand still holding the british fork and the yellow strings of chinese noodles still hanging from the spikes . i forget everything when i remember that past . And with those past sentiments , i started the narration .

"that day i felt a deep pain in the heart on that glance of my own brother ..........