Everyone has a box-part II

“All was going well; there were only reports of burglary in the neighbourhood and to no surprise that was me. In my search for the  box, I actually never stole anything , just showed them what they wanted to hide but kept pieces to join the links ”

“With due respect sir, this man is making me crazy!!!.. come to the topic you a**, what the f***ing  box are you barking off.????”

“The box,. everyone has a box not like a shoe box, but more interesting, more personal-things like snapshots, letters, envelopes, x-mas greetings, visiting cards, photos, notes - so unconscious collection. A display of third side of the coin.”

“What do you mean, by a display?”

“Well, a display – each things tells a very intimate value for the people, in fact it’s a privilege- it’s very rare to see one”.

 “But, how does that bother you, why did you do all this??”

“As I mentioned before, I was searching for connections and it became my habit, every alternate night I used to wander in my car. My eyes did the sorting for me, I broke in, searched..sometimes came back empty”

“So, whatever things we found from your house, does belong to the houses you broke in. my lord, Jean Pierre also messed up their houses, what was that for?”

“Again the box, it’s like a diary they want to hide it, but actually they want someone to see it, connect through it, share it that’s what I did, they want to display, flipside their coin by this way making other see the hidden treasure, that’s what it’s all about”

“So how does solve the murder mystery of your wife??”

“Interrupting others’ lives, making them see what they took things for granted, you take it away and show them what they had..but one night, before leaving ,A wooden checked box, sleekly hidden behind the stereo came to my glimpse, slightly roughed edge, rusted hinge, broken at corners-  this what yet another ‘box’.”

“Made of pure sandalwood, its sensed vibes of something unknown. I opened it. “

“What did you fine in their?(curiously)

“a white bead necklace of when she was 4, a lipstick, photos of her annual day parade in 1983, a medal, ball inflating pin, birthday notes, letters from my dead mother in-law, pic of her graduation, broken crayons, few currency notes, hair clips, birthday magnets, a gift card from Women’s Apparels, sea shells, a single earing, keys, coins, record of her first period and most of all, a torn high school pic with Teddy.”

“Teddy, meaning your friend and let me guess that night you murdered your wife before leaving and your destination was Teddy’s house, any better explanation do you have?”

“After a heated argument, some questions and deceptive sounding answers, my hands pulled out the Swiss knife, twice. Before the police came, my search was over .Teddy’s box cited a different story, I found the links and he wasn’t cheating anyone, neither was Anne…..”