When Arya and her twin sister Anya were about two years old, their grandmother, who was about eighty years or so, fell off the staircase of their mansion and died.



The twins' parents, her grandmother, and her uncle, who was unemployed, all lived together in their inherited mansion. She and Anya loved their uncle. He was funny, caring, and loving. He always brought chocolates for the girls. They loved their fun uncle.



After the death of grandma, her parents decided to go to Varanasi to perform the last rituals of throwing the ashes in the river Ganga. They had decided to go along with their daughters to see off their grandma but unfortunately, Anya fell sick. She had mild fever and coughing. She wasn't in a fit condition to go. Their uncle, graciously offered to take care of her when Arya and her parents went to Varanasi. He was more than happy to take care of his lovingly cute little niece.



So, the parents were off to Varanasi, and since it was the 60's they didn't have any means of communication to rely on, to reach to their daughter. When they were seeing each other off, Anya begged Arya not to go, but Arya was really excited so her cries were unheard.



After they went to Varanasi, they came back after a week, after a successful see off of the grandma. It was a stormy day. Arya's father knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked twice. Thrice. There still wasn't any answer. He thought that maybe his brother was in the loo. He took out his spare key and opened the door. As the door opened a bit he saw that there were no lights on and the curtains were drawn. It was totally dark inside. As the door opened wide, and sunlight entered the room, he and his wife screamed at the sight before them.



The twins' uncle lay dead on the floor in front of the staircase, at the same place the grandma had died. His whole body was covered in blood and flies and insects were all over him. His mouth was...