Bangalore

The Shock

The Shock I put the piece of paper down and look at it, scared. I look at Avantika … my mind throws up nothing.

Everyday Life

Everyday Life Slowly and steadily, life has crawled back to normal. No more long drives on dusty roads without a destination in mind. No chasing around clues and asking people about dead people. No sleeping in cheap motels and living on dhaba food.

Ritam?

Ritam? Ritam? Did he actually say that? Is this even real? Someone is playing around with us. He doesn’t look burnt. And he seriously doesn’t look like a girl! He is definitely not Ragini. What on earth is happening here? We look at each other, and look at him, clueless at what just happened. What the hell?

Where’s Ragini?

Where’s Ragini? We are back inside a flight. This time we’re flying back to Mumbai. Things have changed a lot since our last flight. Even though we were always just a phone number away from Ragini, somehow we had never imagined that we would come so close. We are now just a few hours away from meeting her and I am shitting in my pants.

Bangalore

Bangalore It seems like the flight is taking forever to reach Bangalore. I have a certain respect for that city. It’s probably the only city where Rock ’n’ Roll, metal signs and sticking your tongue out in public and shouting ‘Metallicaaaaa!’ are not frowned upon.