Sushant Sinha’s lonely crusade

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Editor's note: It was the Mercedes parked outside his home that raised his suspicions. No one he knew well enough to invite home had a Mercedes. It was late one muggy monsoon evening in 2013, and he had just returned from work. His wife came home early that evening.  Climbing the stairs to his apartment, he tried to recall if he had scheduled any appointments. Or if any of their friends or relatives were due that day. He couldn’t remember any such commitments. Who could it be? Why hadn’t they called beforehand? What was so pressing that they could not wait until the next morning? Why did they have to show up at his home? To his relief, it was an unthreatening couple in their 50s. He remembers the conversation as polite. They had found his address from somewhere and came calling without any prior intimation because it was a matter of their daughter’s marriage. And time was of the essence. But let’s take a step back here. Two strangers had not only found his address, but they had also come home …