Sharayu Jakhotiya

Continued from He.... KUNAL CHOKSHI KILLED, REVENGE SUSPECTED: POLICE 26 th November, 2014, Mumbai: The Chokshi household today was filled with mourners and people gathering there to pay their last homage to their only son, Kunal Chokshi. The death of Kunal Chokshi was under mysterious circumstances and the police are still investigating the case details. ‘The Curious Case of Chokshi’ which has taken social media by storm has some very interesting facts. Twitteratis have been discussing whether the death of Kunal Chokshi has been a wicked turn of Karma. Kunal who was studying at National College was known to his classmates as a rich spoilt millionaire kid. This was before he met and started dating one of his fellow classmates, Amruta Naik. Amruta, a meritorious student turned to be a turning point in Kunal’s life. After being together for three years, the couple started facing problems after college. Kunal was warned by the police on several charges of violence and extortion

(continued from She.....) I slouched lower on my couch while the TV blasted a Maroon 5 song. I was oblivious to it. My fingers ran over my iPad as I tried to save myself. I cursed loudly as my Spiderman was killed. I hadn't even beaten my earlier score. I pulled myself up from the couch and dropped my iPad onto it. I thought to myself that I was losing my touch. I was pretty much despondent. We had been best friends since we were in school. I even remember how we used to share our lunch boxes, she would slowly munch on each bite while I would finish my lunch in a hurry and then continue staring at her. While others sometimes called me a loner, she had always been there for me. I walked to the balcony and pulled out a cigarette. The lighter was always on the beach chair we had placed in the small balcony. I lit it and inhaled deeply. I immediately felt my shoulders relaxing. A rickshaw honked incessantly on the street below at a dog which was sprawled on the middle o

I quickened my pace as I reached CST station. It was important that I got a seat, the journey was long and I was laden with bags and books. The train came to a screeching halt at the last station that was CST. I looked around to see only a couple of ladies waiting to board the train. They still managed to scamper and rush inside. I smiled inwardly on our Mumbaiya attitude - Grab what you can get, as fast as you can get. I leisurely climbed and took a seat near the window. I heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction as the train chugged along and the soft breeze took away the day's tiredness. I enjoyed the silence marked by the 'zook zook' sound of the train. The other ladies in the compartment also seemed to be enjoying the rare solitude that we found in the late night journeys. It was exactly 10.22 PM. The last couple of days had been crazy; work had been hectic and I used to just crash on my bed every night. But I wasn't complaining. I needed everything to keep my min