Randhir entered the house. He noticed the house.
That was a typical village house.. old paintings,
traditional art work, antique furniture.
He even noticed some of the women all draped in
traditional apparel... He even noticed that all women
were actually the same type of anklets.. but from
none feet it was missing. He chuckled at his own
foolishness... After all its a whole lot village with
hundreds of women and he is not suppose to check
every damn women's feet.
His thoughts were disturbed by the Sarpanch's
voice who was greeting him.. he touched his feet of
tradition.. He started talking to Sarpanch about the
factory and how is it going to change his and the
village future and moreover when he was going to
speak about the land issue and was disturbed again
by a voice..... It was Kabir. He entered with his
usual devilish smirk and convinced Randhir to first
fresh N up as he must be tired of the hell long
journey...
Randhir slowly followed Kabir to the guest room.
He closed the door Kabir left.... He screeched out of
tiredness when his phone buzzed with a call..... He
hoped It to b Ishika but it was Parth
He picked up the phone only to be slammed with
thousands of questions... He chuckled with Parth's
antics of caring about him...
He finished the call and went towards the backyard
washroom to fresh..... when he heard some
footsteps forwarding towards him... one foot was
chiming while the other foot was silent.. When he
suddenly saw her. She was returning to her shabby
shed when suddenly a howl of wind blew the pallu
off from her head.. and there he saw a half moon
face shinning like glitters in the moon light... when
he noticed her feet yes she the one whose chime
was present with her... but she went like ghust of
wind swiping the face of Randhir with the silken
cloth of her pallu...... and before Randhir would
mouth something she disappeared like a
mystery..........
