Mani.

Namaskaram. I come everyday to Flat #1 here, and wake the man up in the house at 7:00 AM. I don't know why he calls it midnight. My name is Mani. I am the maid for this house. I have been wanting to tell this to someone, but I think this man is a psychopath. I have never seen any person get up from bed with a cigarette in his mouth. As soon as he gets up, he switches on some weird music which is more like a woman crying in the middle of the forest. It is called led something. He then makes tea and settles down with his newspaper. He has a car and even speaks in English on the phone, but I have never seen him go to office. I don't know how he gets his money, maybe he is a smuggler. Everybody says this man is married, but I have never seen his wife. A few days ago, a photograph of a woman and this man accidentally fell from under a bag. The woman was very pretty. This man seemed happy too. When I went to him and asked him about who the woman was, he took the photograph away from me and asked me how I got it. When I finished my narrative, he simply asked me to do the dishes properly and that there was some oil still left in the kadai. I wonder who that woman is. And this man doesn't even have any friends. I wonder how a man can live on a rocking chair and the morning newspaper with tea and some woman crying in the middle of the forest. The other day, I made another startling discovery. I always wanted to know what he kept in a long wooden box. It is a sword the size of my son! I am now sure that this man is a killer and a smuggler. And I am sure he works for some international mafia, because he always speaks in English on the phone. And also the fact that he has no relatives or friends, adds the effect. Whatever it is, I must be very careful. I will not dust the house thoroughly like I used to, who knows, yesterday, it was a sword. Tomorrow, it might be a gun! The only reason that I am here is because I will not get another job which pays me so much. The day I get another job which pays me even half of what this man pays me, I promise to talupulamma talli that I will quit.

Namaskaram.