An Irrational Number: Camera

The minister died seventeen days after I had shot him. Two bullets were fired. One tore apart his heart and the second one threaded through his left eye. He died on the spot. I read it in the morning newspaper sipping my coffee on a leisurely Saturday morning. The doorbell rang and I rushed to the door as I didn't want her to wake up. It was my immediate neighbour, Pranav. I noticed that he was immensely disturbed but he did not that I couldn't care less. He told me that his Pomeranian dog that had gone missing a couple of days ago had been found. What was found was a lump of carbon in our building's basement. Someone had burnt the poor animal alive. I was fond of Algebra, not because I like pets. Couple of years ago when they got him and couldn't decide the name it was…

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