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One Masala Life Please! Three

Tuesday, August 1st, 2006
Chapter Three : Where there is Fun, there is Shock Present Day “They are dead!!! They are all dead… Wake up. They are dead. Do you understand that? Get out of here.” Aryan was still dazed from the explosion that took place a few feet away from him. He was still trying to steady himself. He turned back to take a look. He could have been killed himself, had he not walked out of the café to make a phone call from the phone booth across the street. But he had asked me to stay here. He had asked me to wait until he arrived. Where was he? Where was Sidhu? Sidhu may have tried calling him, but his cell phone was dead. He ...
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One Masala Life Please! : Two

Friday, July 14th, 2006
Chapter Two : Are you ready for, a Masala Life? To : tigermane342@yahoo.com From : mcat765@gmail.com June 06, 2006 9:45PM GMT Sir, We received the shipment on time from R*v&^i__n++dr$$a M#a~h{{a||j))a||n. As per your wishes, I will be arriving on J17 and will meet you at the appointed place to deliver the notes of the meeting. Bhenchods have been advised by our supplier. Hence canceling the supplier was important. We are checking for new communication systems as the walls have become very thin. See you shortly. Regards, Mousecat ------------------------------------------------------------------ “The Churchgate fast will arrive on Platform number 6 instead of Platform number 4. The train will stop at Bombay Central, Marine Lines and Churchgate only.” Sidhu jumped off the platform and landed on the tracks, rushing towards platform 6. Bombay’s suburban ...
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One Masala Life Please! : One

Monday, July 3rd, 2006
Chapter One : Boredom is the Mother of all Troubles The early morning fog still hugged the bridge. The morning traffic had still not raised its head. It was a bit early for him to be here. But then he was trained to be before time whatever the occasion be. There were still about five hours to go before the action would begin. He checked his watch and zipped up his leather jacket right upto the top. It was chilly for a typical Bombay weather. He wiped the rear view mirror to make sure the lights weren't from the car of his target. He paused and waited. The truck passed by spitting out a kilo of brown exhaust. Fucking polluted bastards. He ...
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