Part 3
Tracker meets Misha in a local hardware store as Misha had asked. Misha is comparing ropes of different breadths.
Tracker: Mishu? Hum yahaan kya kar rahe hain? Aur tum yeh ropes ke saath kya kar rahi ho?
Misha: Yeh bhoot ke liye hain.
Tracker (shocked): Bhoot?!! Tum kya suicide karne waali ho bhoot banne ke liye?
*hugs Misha and sobs*
nahin Mishu, main tumhein marne nahin doongi. Tum marr jaaoge toh woh T toh mujhe ketchup ke saath kaccha kha jaayegi.
*sobs harder*
Misha (pulling away impatiently): Oho chup karo Tracker! Main nahin marrne waali.
Tracker (stops crying, but sniffles): Phir?
Misha: Yeh Maaya ko chaahiye.
Tracker: Kyun? Usse kya woh bhoot ko baandh legi? Western movies ke un handsome cowboys ki tarah?
Bolo na Mishu...bolo na.
(Misha pays for the rope she has selected and starts walking out the shop.)
Misha: Ab chalo bhi...bhoot ke aane ka intezaar hai kya?
(Tracker runs out after her.)
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Daanish was having a bad morning. First he had gone to take a hot shower in the morning, and the water had suddenly turned cold when he had just soaped himself. As soon as he wiped his face with a towel enough to see, the water had turned red.
Scared out of his wits, he had towelled off and hurried out to dress. As he picked up his shirt, he noticed red splotches on it.
When he opened his cupboard to take out another shirt, he found them all to be similarly stained. He had to wear the shirt he had kept for washing again.
Running late, he had poured himself coffee in one of those take-away containers he kept for emergencies, and was right now stuck at the site of a landslide.
Sighing, he looks at his watch, and picks up his tumbler to drink.
Daanish: Late ho gaya aaj toh. Panchhi will kill me!
(As if on cue, his phone rings. It is Panchhi. He prepares to face her wrath, but she tells him something that shocks him to the core. His tumbler falls from his hand, spilling its contents all over his lap and the floor of the car. As he dazedly looks down, he sees that the few drops still left in the cup are red....... Suddenly, horns start blaring behind him, and a policeman pokes his head in through the window.......)
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