Eight years ago, a thin emaciated girl quietly entered our residential complex, told the security guards that she wanted to meet the family on the eighth floor, made her way to the terrace instead and hurled her from the overhead tank.
It was no leap of faith.
Her blood-curdling screams pierced the thick walls of many apartments and for a moment everyone was frozen in that spectacle of death. Many said she was screaming even after her head hit the asphalt as she lay there in a tiny rivulet of blood flowing haphazardly into the drain.
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