I carelessly drove in through the front gate and parked my motorbike. Ajoba was sitting in the front porch as he did every evening. He enjoyed greeting and chatting with the passersby. The chair next to him was empty which meant one of two things; either Aaji was busy with her Mahila Mandal work or was engrossed in reading something that was unputdownable! Regardless, I ran inside to change into my sports gear. Once inside, I thought I heard a hiss, a whimper, a sob(?) Puzzle