ONCE UPON A TIME...

after a loooong break, back with a bang..:D

the latter half of the story..

As she turned the corner of the road, she felt she was being stalked. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Even while trying to dismiss her fears and scolding herself for becoming a paranoid of late, she could not help quickening her pace. Only after reaching the gate of her apartments, could she relax a little.



12:30 P.M: Shefali sat snug in her rocking arm chair with a copy of ‘And then they were none’. The reviews of the book were impressive and promised ultimate thrill.



“Justice War grave rides in the first class section of a train headed for Devon. He thinks about his destination, the mysterious house on Indian Island. It was built years earlier by a rich American, and then abandoned after the death of his wife in a boating accident. Gossip and rumors now surround the place, and the newspapers alternately suggest that the Island has been purchased by a movie star, the military, Royalty, or even an equally mysterious Mr. Owen.”



Even as she tried concentrating, her eyes kept looking out of the window. There was some strange sense of insecurity. As if she was being watched. An inexplicable fear.
“But why would anybody harm me? I guess I ‘ve been reading lotta thriller stuff and my imagination is playing up”



1:00 P.M: She got up from the chair to hit the pillow. “One last time” thought she as she went to the window. She did not find anything out of place. Assured, she was closing her window and just then somebody flashed light on her.
“This is it. I cannot take this anymore. I better call over Rachel and Simmy”.

Rachel Roy and Simmy Menon were her colleagues at Mudra ad agency. All three of them joined Mudra the same day and gelled instantaneously when they met.The girlie gossips, the hang outs and the movies time would not have been so much fun if not for them.





7:00 A.M: It’s a lovely morning. Clear sky. Breezy. I was out as usual, for a morning walk. As I was walking along, tuned to Elevation - U2, I saw a crowd was gathered at City Heights. Out of curiosity I went over. A police jeep, ambulance and a media van pulled over. As I made my way through the crowd I saw the reporter pointing to a corpse lying on the floor and saying “the police have started the investigation. As of now, there does not seem to be any evidence of the death of Shefali Shah.”


“R.I.P”
As the old saying goes : "nobody ever returns from Mumbai or death…".

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental