"Which intermediate will be formed when propene is treated with HOCl?" Chezhiyan asked himself scratching his head.
Ilanchezhiyan was a huge chemistry buff who wanted to study at the Indian Institute of Science and he was seriously preparing for the JEE to achieve it at least in his second attempt. He failed in the first attempt which lead to him committing a great mistake, he took a hasty decision to join a local engineering college but he realized that his love was for chemistry and he dropped out after a month there.

"What if I come back to this problem after having a cup of tea? " he thought and left his room.
Outside, in the living room, were his grandparents watching television.
He was staying with them while his parents and younger brother were in their native place to celebrate Ganesh chaturthi as he had JEE classes to attend the day after the festival.

"Do you need some tea, grandpa? I'm going to prepare now" he asked.
"Yes I too want some te-"his grandpa was about to reply when his grandma interrupted  "There is no milk here, better you go and buy from the tea stall itself".

Chezhiyan took a short trip to the tea stall which was a few yards from his house. He noticed that the road was eerily silent except for a few people on the far left side decorating a Ganesh idol for the festival on the next day.
He entered the shop, placed the flask on the slab, and told the tea master "one cup of tea, anna "
As the tea master was preparing it he asked him "Isn't it the eve of Ganesh chaturthi today? Why is the area so inactive?"
The tea master, Kesavan, replied "Don't you know about the murder and all?"
"What, a murder?! " Chezhiyan couldn't believe it.
"Yes, a murder took place in one of the huts in the slum yesterday night" said Kesavan
"Who was the one murdered? " Chezhiyan asked him, still bearing a shocked expression.
"Jacob, the good one of the twins. It is said that he got murdered sometime between 3 and 4 a.m. last night, the whole area is well aware of this, how come you don't know? " Kesavan asked
"Umm..  I was busy preparing for the exam..  so I didn't know and none in my house seem to know either!" Chezhiyan told, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"You need to know what is happening around,  kid! Don't drown into the books ok? " Kesavan told laughing
"Sure sir ji, next time a murder happens I will keep this in mind! " Chezhiyan joked and left the shop.

On his way back he looked a few blocks to the right of his house where a few people had put up huts encroaching the platforms creating a small slum.
He could see a maroon police SUV parked there surrounded by a few people.
He knew enough about the twins to decide who was the good one. He had heard some rumors that the other twin, James, was a drug dealer and along with a  politico called Pandian, he ruled the local politics. He had his tea and went back to his room to study but he couldn't get the murder out of his mind..