Risha had always been an extrovert. She was in Grade 12 but not only she was exceptionally good in academics but also in sports. She mostly loved partying with her friends. She lived alone in her castle-like mansion as she had lost her mother at a very young age and her father was frequently out on business trips. She had servants and maids but they all left by 9 pm. So at night, she used to be all alone at her house. And she loved it too, it meant she could do anything she wanted to.
Since the last 3 months, Risha has developed a new hobby. Watching Old Hindi Movies. She knew her friends would laugh at her if they got to know that a teenager like her who loved partying is watching 50’s and 60’s movies so that’s why everyday sharp at 8:30 pm she used to send a text in her friends WhatsApp group that she’s going off for studies and switched off her phone. And after switching it off, Risha would put on an old movie on her laptop and start watching it.
Awara, Naya Daur, Anarkali, Padosan, Bandini, Manzil, she has watched them all.
Today she was feeling under the weather so she decided she won’t watch any movie and go off to sleep. Suddenly around 2 am she saw an old lady with pale blue skin standing near her bed and looking at her…
Risha: Who… Who r u?
She could feel that her voice was not coming out of her throat.
The old lady came near her and said, “You may not know me but I live on the tree behind your bedroom. Every night I sit there and watch movies with you. When I was alive I loved watching movies but nowadays no one watches old movies. Today I even brought my best friend Aarti to watch movies but you didn’t switch on any.”
Then she looked at the window and said, “Aartiiiiii, come here, the child wants to meet you.”
Risha started trembling now and as she looked towards her window. She saw a skeleton peeping inside from there, “You didn’t put on any movie today that’s why we came to visit you. Can you put on that movie by Dev Anand and Madhubala….. Ah… What was that….??? haan… Kala Paani…”
As soon as Risha heard this, she fainted like Meena Kumari on her bed.
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