The mysterious women.

I once met a lady...... beautiful smiles, traditional, homely and bold (not the flashy types.........but the gutsy types). I just kept looking at her for days together, as we used to go the same place daily for our professional life. I was not sure how should I approach her. But determined, as I was......tracked down her friends, and entered her friends circle, through a mututal friend.

This gave me a opportunity, to be able to talk to her....as and when I wanted.......but most of the times, it was related to professional life or some common friends. I wanted to know about her...... to understand the story about the aura she carried behind her head, over a frail body. A passer by could have very easily walked past her, without even noticing her...... no great looks, not even fair (the skin tone, which Indian men and women have fascination about.......the slave mentality, still associate it with the ruling community...........fairer is your skin tone, the Indian society considers you to be learned, upper class, sophisticated, rich ......and all those good adjectives)

Well coming back to the mysterious lady (well, mysterious because I was trying to understand the aura........which was keeping me puzzled). .....her roommate told me one day, that for last few days, she has been missing in the evening.....7-8pm roughly,before dinner time. Now this was the time, when most of the people are busy in themselves..........after a hard day's work.........reaching your home and unwinding........this is the time, normaly nobody goes looking out for someone else............but this was exactly the time, I went looking for her. I searched every possible place......she was not in her room...........and she has not left the building as the guard confirmed....then where did she went. Terrace........no can't be........too dark for her.....she feared cockroaches / lizards a lot....Somebody's room............well, might be...........but whose.......i thought of a few possible names.............but found them either alone / with other friends /out of building.

The mystery was deepening.............I could not find her.....that day.........and she didn't told anything when we asked her about where she was..........skipping the question with her tactical skills, as she alwys used to. I was now getting impatient and I decided to keep an eye on her room, from the time she comes back in the evening and decided to follow her..........

Next evening, I reached home earlier.......sat on the stairs leading to her room........once she was inside her room and waited there, with abaited breath. It was 7 pm already and almost 1 hour since she walked in.........she walked out at 7.10pm and i hid myself behind the pillar, lest she sees me and changes her plan. I was successful...........she was at the second floor and our three story building was not having any lift........she moved towards, the third floor stairs and I followed behind.....after reaching the third floor...........she turned towards..........

Rest story in the next blog.