‘It involves a murder,’ I replied. ‘And I want you to make it a page-one story. I’ll tell you all about it at your place. And on the way you can tell me about Vasant Lai-you’ll have to shout on the back of the bike, so that’ll help you get it out of your system,
Some forty minutes later, we sat together in her fourth-floor walk-up apartment on the edge of the Fort area, near Flora Fountain. It was a tiny apartment with a foldout bed, a rudimentary kitchen, and a hundred noisy neighbours. It boasted a superb bathroom, however, large enough to hold a washing machine and dryer without crowding. There was also a balcony enclosed in antique wrought iron that looked out on the wide, busy square around the fountain.
‘His name is Anand Rao,’ I told her, sipping the strong espresso coffee she’d prepared for me. ‘He shared a hut, in the slum, with a guy named Rasheed. They were my neighbours when I lived there. Then Rasheed’s wife and her sister came to stay, from the village in Rajasthan. Anand moved out of the hut to leave room for Rasheed and the sisters.’
‘Hang on,’ Kavita interrupted. ‘I better get this down.’
She stood up and walked to a wide, cluttered desk, where she gathered up a pad, pen, and cassette recorder. She’d changed out of her pantsuit, and wore loose harem pants and a singlet. Watching her walk, following her quick, purposeful, graceful movements, I realised for the first time just how beautiful she was. When she returned and set up the recorder, tucking her legs beneath her on the armchair as she prepared to write, she caught me staring at her.
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‘Nothing,’ I smiled. ‘Okay, so Anand Rao got to meet Rasheed’s wife and her sister. He got to like them. They were shy, but they were friendly, happy, and kind. I think, now, reading between the lines, that Anand got a little sweet on the sister. Anyway, one day Rasheed tells his wife that the only way they can set themselves up, in the little shop that they want, is if he sells his kidney-one of his kidneys-at this private hospital he knows about. She argues against this, but he finally convinces her that it’s their only chance.
‘Well, he comes back from the hospital, and he tells her he’s got good news and bad news. The good news is that they definitely want a kidney. The bad news is that they don’t want a
‘Okay’ Kavita sighed, shaking her head.
‘Yeah. The guy was a prince. Anyway, his wife balks at this, understand-ably, but Rasheed convinces her, and she goes off to have the operation.’
‘Do you know where this took place?’ Kavita asked.
‘Yeah. Anand Rao checked into it all, and told Qasim Ali, the head man in the slum. He’s got the details. So, anyway, Anand Rao hears about this, when Rasheed’s wife returns from the hospital, and he’s furious. He knows Rasheed well-they shared the hut together for two years, remember-and he knows that Rasheed is a con man. He has it out with Rasheed, but it comes to nothing. Rasheed gets all indignant. He spills kerosene on himself, and tells Anand Rao to light it, if he doesn’t trust him, and if he thinks he’s such a bad guy. Anand just warns him to look after the women, and leaves it at that.’
‘When did this happen?’
‘The operation was six months ago. Well, the next thing is, Rasheed tells his wife that he’s been down to the hospital twenty times to sell his own kidney, but they don’t want it. He tells her the money they got for her kidney was only half as much as they need to buy their business. He tells her that they still want women’s kidneys, and he starts working on her to sell her
‘This is some guy’ Kavita muttered.
‘Yeah. Well, I never liked him. He was one of those guys who smile as a tactic, you know, and not because they actually feel anything worth smiling about. Kind of like the way a chimpanzee smiles.’
‘And what happened? He took off with the money, I suppose?’
