‘Hi. I am Deepika. My friends call me Deepu. I am from Shalimar Colony where ‘anything’ can happen. I have had many experiences which seemed extraordinary since I shifted here. Well, this is one of them.
That night, when it all began, I was home with my best friend Keerthi, my neighbor Razia, and my snooty cousin Shreya.
“Do you remember our night shuttle challenge?” Keerthi asked me “The team who wins will get a box of chocolates and rise in their pocket money. This time, Razia is in my team”
“Okay then” I said “Shreya will be in my team”
Shreya might be a snob, but, I have to admit, she plays shuttle very well. Moreover, I knew she had other plans that night.
“I am not into any game tonight” Shreya said “I have to watch ‘Twilight’ tonight”
“It will come again on T.V” I said “Besides, you spend too much time in front of the television”
Shreya hesitated. “By the way, what is ‘Night shuttle’?”
“It is just shuttle!” Keerthi said “Played at night”
“Oh really” Shreya said “I am sorry, but my racket will not work at night”
Shreya was used to make lame excuses. So she left me with no other option than to drag her to the backyard.
We started the game very well, but Shreya smashed the cork, straight into Kumar uncle’s house, I mean ‘Terror-tory’. That’s where all the kids, especially I, fear to go. He will somehow get us grounded; by telling our parents some false complaints like ‘Sneaking into the kitchen’ or ‘Breaking the window’ or ‘Throwing a ball on his head’ (Even though they were all true for me).
“Shreya” said Keerthi “You smashed the cork there, you get it for us”
Shreya hesitated. Then we all forced her to go to the ‘Terror-tory’. So she climbed the wall and ‘Oops’ she fell.
We climbed the fence to see what happened. We found out that Shreya had fallen into a stinky compost pit.
“Urrgh!” cried Shreya “Get me out of here!”
“Not until you get our cork” said Keerthi
“Maybe it will be outside the pit” said Shreya.
“No, it’s not!” exclaimed Keerthi “It’s right there!”
Shreya picked the cork. At the same time, we heard someone laughing. It was a girl, about our age, laughing at us in the balcony of Kumar Uncle’s house, a two storied building chalked out by the moon.’
[This is just the first part of one of curious Deepika’s experiences which she had with her equally curious friends. For the remaining part of the story and her encounters with the unknown: Please wait until the next episode of:“The Curious Girls- the Twins”.]
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