Anahita opened the door.went inside n turned the switches on. the whole front courtyard
was playing with the shadows...shadows in the nook n corner of the big tree that hung heavy
on the small trees.she could hear the foxes crying in the distance.their habitat was slowly and
deliberately being destroyed to make new roads, improve transportation...there was a tech-city
coming up in the neighboring area.in the daytime they hide in the bush-holes n when evening drops
her robe, they come out, together, and..hoooooo.......
9p.m....
she opened the pack of pao bhaji. the slightly stale aroma of butter and lemon
brought water on her tongue-tips.she broke the bread, took a bite as the generous butter
made a thick film on her thin lips.but all the while that she danced, moved, stood, sat,
her stare went back again n again to the black phone with red stripe which she had
kept by the side of her pillow.
she checked the inbox before finally going to sleep...
1.00a.m......
Armaan:Hum lakh achhe
Sahi par log kharab
kahte h, bigda hua
humko wo nawab
kahte h, hum to aise
badnaam ho gaye k
pani b piye to log
sharab kahte h....
1.30a.m.......
Armaan: Dunia
waalo...
Mai Aap sabko
Chhod kar ja Raha
Hu
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.
.
.
SONE
GOOD NIGHT..
(to be contd.)
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