Lights. Camera. RCNM.

She sold superstition and love. On the streets of Mumbai, she lived, she dreamt, she slept, she worked. Her mornings began with yellow and green. Scanning the cars and rickshaws, she’d head for the open windows, sleepy eyed. She’d sell them hope in a string. They would buy it. Superstition was too cheap to buy, anyway. When the sky was a little red and when wants had been ordered for, from the immortal one, they’d hope other mortals wouldn’t hinder the delivery. Hence the nimbu-mirchi .  She’d saunter around looking for the regulars. Hanging the string without a word, taking her change and walking off. With some she’d have to haggle. She always won though. How lower than Rs. 5 can you go anyway? In the evenings, she’d sell some red. She’d   look for the alone man or woman who wasn’t lonely. The ones who had a strange smile on their lips. They were easy to spot. They always bought her roses. That’s how she spent her days. It seemed there were only 3 ...

The Editor's Note We all love Hallowe'en, don't we? At least, I am fascinated by those jack-o-lanterns, those spooky face paints, the whole eerie feel! Lights. Camera. RCNM. Vowed to bring the Hallowe'en-esque ambience to the digital world. And here we are! Nearing the end of the 'Fortnight Of Terror'. The core object of the project was, excuse the language, to scare the sh*t of out of our readers. Well, we may have missed that mark, we did provide our readers with a spooky experience. Personally, I did enjoy every article, right from the Camping Trip to Taken. They're were incredibly engaging with that supernatural appeal about them. And Rtr Aakash Rathi, the project chairperson along with the whole of Editorials avenue, did surely ensure to cross all boundaries, break all records and celebrate the festival before the world ;) I wonder why I can't sleep peacefully at night yet.. And then a voice hums in the back of my mind.. ' The nigh...