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Ek chuhe ki maut

(the death of a rat – literally)
15 minutes to midnight – the stalker arrives…
She is in deep disguise!! She scampers across from room to room,
disturbing utensils, breaking stuff as she goes. She is searching for
food. Food that is not hers to begin with – but that, which she deigns
is good for her tummy anyways.

She is at C-38 now – ah – these folks have a wedding planned in the
month ahead.. lots of sweetmeats are available. She's had a run of the
house for as long as she can remember… these humans are simply
incapable of catching her… and what's more she watched all the Tom and
Jerry cartoons – they're never gonna catch her.
Jerry always wins!!

Umm – not today though!

SPLAT!!! SPLISH!!!
She's stuck in something.. yecchhh – this feels like glue – never
really liked eating that anyways!
She tries moving her feet – first one, then another. No luck with
either. She looks up to see 3 beaming faces and a bright light –
shining down on her. Is this heaven? Far from it actually – the
terrorized have become terrorists! She's in hot soup.
Time to die – this rat is goin' down!!!

Well they aren't cruel people – so they aren't going to kill her. So
she is trussed up in a plastic packet and finally sent packing – from
the 3rd floor window.

Inquilab zindabad – finally some peaceful sleep!

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