…Chaiwalah, a sinister underworld don had been dominating our conversations for quite a while…
…one of us revealed to him the existence of our blog…
…We no longer felt safe…
…We felt our tea was drugged…
…we were lulled into a sense of security by his convincing act of innocence…
…and one of us started discussing everything with him…
…but no matter where we went, he would know…
…We decided to corner him…
…We donned ordinary clothes, not the sleek black suits…
…Our cronies, in unmarked vehicles, kept a close watch on us…
…ready to move in, should we need armed assistance…
…Lunch was not good…
…we had paid the channels a lot of money to keep out the news of raids…
…chain of tapris that He lorded over…
…We had him fooled with our act…
…We took him shopping…
…It was a cruel way...
…we had to be ruthless.
…he had the upper hand...
…One of us pretended to pull a muscle and had him distracted…
…Ours was laced with our own secret supply of tea…
…We just came back from an all-night chai-party…
…New tapris will soon come up…
These are just the highlights, the action-words. A complete version of these confessions can be found by clicking here.
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