....this story started in s most strange manner, it was a foggy morning, Imran was accompanying him, , one of the resident of Imran s neighborhood an old man was admitted in the hospital, they were going to see him, , reaching the main road they got stuck in the traffic, long lines of vehicles stood unmoving, , they both sighed briefly to cool off their helplessness, , that day another of strange thing unfolded , , Imran could expertly ip read people talking, he had several times exhibited his skill in the past, , perhaps fir some readers it is a new term, lip reading isn't a fictional or imaginary word, it is a modern technique, , one learns to watch people carefully speaking but the voices are not carried to the lip reader but what is being spoken is understood, how one speaks, his way of talking and body language perfectly conveys his conversation, it's not easy but still there are lots of people deeply interested in learning this art of lip reading, many of them became expert masters of lip reading and thrilled tgeir audiences
So we were speaking of Imran junior, vehicles were stuck in a traffic jam, some feet away from their vehicle stood a new model of blue station van , all it's windows were shut, a pretty golden blond stylish and wealthy sat in the back seat perhaps she was in her early thirties, she was speaking to the driver, , Imran casually looked at her, Imran silently gestured him not to disturb, meantime the blue van crawled a bit forward, Imran in a dazed way turned to him and said the fashionable lady was speaking about a murder, he was lip reading