I walk towards the corner house taking unruffled strides. I am a plumber today. Impersonation is an integral part of my job. I ring the bell and find myself face to face with a woman who looks as desolate as the house.
Soon I am inside, fixing the kitchen sink. Like a man on a mission, I stealthily divulge a camera from my pocket and tiptoe towards the bedroom.
“Why do you live with this beast? He thrashed you again yesterday, didn’t he? And then forced himself on you?” I hear a man’s voice.
“I want to run away but I do not have the courage,” the woman answers dolefully.
“I am there, I will help you out,” the man retorts.
Just then my phone rings.
“No sir, your wife is not seeing another man”, I find myself answering.
Sometimes, the detective in me is overpowered by humanity. Sometimes…