Episode 1

The old antique clock, by the bedside ticks away 6:00am before Mr.Raj Singhania wakes up and calms it down with his plump banana-like fingers. He then sits up and looks over his shoulders to find his wife still sleeping. This surprised him more than anything, because he never saw his wife sleep till 6:00 in the morning. She usually wakes up an hour before he does and gets things ready for the day's work. Things seem different today.
Mr.Raj, a tall, hefty and bald figure, now gropes for his square-shaped spectacles by the bedside and wears them. He then walks sleepily towards the hallway. The hall seemed calm and unusually serene. The morning sun had already flooded the hallway. He walks past the high table towards the main door and dreamily opens it. He picks the Economic Times from the mosaic floored veranda, turns back and bangs the door shut behind him.
As he walks in trying to focus on the newspaper, he trips against the high table and falls flat on the tapestry carpet. Taking the support of the glass teapoi, Mr. Raj gets back to his feet and picks up the newspaper again. He throws a serious glance at the high table and dives back into his Economic Times.
He reads the first word of the headlines and only then does he realize that he had seen a pale yellow envelope on the high table. He rolls his paper and throws it on to the sofa with his eyes fixed on that jaundiced envelope. He then walks towards it and lifts it to about 20cm from his eyes, adjusts his spects and finds it addressed "Daddy"