Savdhaan! Dulhe ki talaash hai...
Here's my first attempt at a short fictional story. Would love to hear your feedback in comments. Scene 1 Prithvi Theatre, Mumbai A girl, in her early thirties, is waiting for the queue to form for the 9pm play she booked. It's 8:30pm, and the place is beautifully decked up in yellow and red lights. There are posters all around on upcoming theatre shows but the one poster that brings a smirk to her face is titled as "savdhan! dulhe ki talash hai". As she is sipping the cold coffee, she observes the people who are here for the show, and starts thinking about how Delhi and Mumbai have different vibes. "Excuse me. Are you a writer?" Suddenly these words bring her back to reality. A guy, probably in his mid/late thirties, with black frames is standing next to her. "Umm, no." She smiles. "though I aspire to be" she murmurs to herself. "Oh, you look like a writer. " "Really?" "