Kuheli

Total filmy!

[Time Residency Welfare Association TRWA @TimeResidency]

🚨 Urgent Public Health Hazard in Sector 63. Dengue but no action by @MunCorpGurugram

Sewage discharge from a nearby temporary shelter has created large stagnant pools, unbearable stench & mosquito breeding with confirmed dengue cases among residents.

https://t.co/0CfnRcC4Cx

[Gems Of Replies @GemsOfReplies]

Lmao

[Kuheli @CheeseToast_]

@UrbanLadder

[Kuheli @CheeseToast_]

@UrbanLadder it is impossible to rely on your delivery status. Order T647713627 was supposed to be received yesterday but now says ‘Cancelled’

[vir sanghvi @virsanghvi]

I am no fan of this guy and his content but there is no justification for making him
go from state to state, police station to police station and court to court.
It’s an abuse of his rights as a citizen of India.
@BeerBicepsGuy

[🍂 @Lovandfear]

Nobody's thinking about you

[Ayushi @ShutupAyushiii]

Kambal kutai by @bhash. 🤣
Maza aa gaya… #LinkedInNotForBharat

[Abhijit @Alpha_Abhijit]

Umpteen number of times I must have seen this movie and this last scene is absolutely 💔 https://t.co/Pj1cPos6sK

[Mimansa Shekhar @mimansashekhar]

In a world full of Cetaphil, be someone's Boroline!

Who all still uses it?

[Shubhabrata ‘Shumi’ Marmar @shumar]

M4H1NDR4XUV3X0T3453D

@themotorinc @kartiksinghee
#SorryKartikeyaIJustCouldntResist

[Kuheli @CheeseToast_]

@DrJoyeeta Looks like it was a stunt for awareness about HPV

[Kuheli @CheeseToast_]

@FilmHistoryPic

[non aesthetic things @PicturesFoIder]

who gonna tell her

[Fascinating @fasc1nate]

In 1990, the windshield of British Airways Flight 5390 came off at an altitude of 17,000 feet. This triggered a sudden decompression in the cockpit, resulting in the captain being partially ejected out of the aircraft.

As luck would have it, Nigel Ogden, a flight attendant, was on his way into the cockpit at that moment. He managed to grab hold of the captain and maintain his grip for over 20 minutes while the copilot attempted an urgent landing.

Although the majority of the crew presumed that the pilot had already lost his life, Ogden did not let go.

There was a prevailing fear that if Ogden did release his hold, the pilot's body might strike the plane's engine, wing, or stabilizer, causing even more chaos.

All Ogden knew was that the pilot was gradually slipping more and more out of the window and his head was continuously being battered against the airplane's body.

Finally, after a distressing 20-minute flight with a gaping window, the aircraft was safely brought down at Southampton Airport. In the course of events, Ogden suffered from frostbite on his face, damage to one of his eyes, and a dislocated shoulder. In a miraculous turn of events, the pilot survived the ordeal, although he had frostbite and multiple fractures on his arms and hands.

The image is a recreation from the television series "Mayday!"

[Gabbar @GabbbarSingh]

This is how the Toss will happen at the Finals in Ahmedabad

[Sunil Chhetri @chetrisunil11]

To every Indian supporter in the stadium - make sure that our bowlers run up to a roar for every SINGLE BALL.
This team has given us 10 flawless games. Let’s give them an unforgettable one. Pull these boys over the line.

[Biswapati Sarkar @ChhotaThalaiva]

Multiverse of Sadness

[Roflindian @Roflindian]

Mehul and I were a happily married couple. Until I fell for his childhood friend Jatin, who used to visit us on weekends, and ended up having a stormy affair with him. Cheating, they say, is a delicious sin, and as all sins go, I knew the end was destined to be vicious if we were caught. For now, I was sure Mehul had no inkling of our escapades. Not that he didn’t love me, he absolutely doted on me, but you never know what temptations life can throw at you and sweep you off your feet.

Last winter, a long weekend was coming up and Mehul booked a getaway for the two of us at a remote cabin somewhere in the woods around Corbett. It was an old mansion from the British era that had been converted to a boutique lodge. “Just the two of us. The caretaker leaves at night after serving dinner!” - exclaimed Mehul, with a sparkle in his eyes. I was beginning to believe that I had made a terrible mistake by cheating on him.

As we drove to the cabin, an unsettling feeling began gnawing at me. The forest was unusually quiet, and as the sun went down, the shadows seemed to stretch and contort as if they had a life of their own. Mehul, oblivious to my guilt, tried to make our stay as exciting as he could. We lit a fire, sipped wine, listened to songs on our Marshall and made tender love on the rug next to the fireplace before falling asleep.

Late that night, I woke up with a start to a strange noise - it was a murmur of whispers, soft and sibilant, like a muted chorus of secrets echoed by the wind. Mehul was still asleep beside me, but his breathing was laboured, as if a great weight pressed down on him.

I crept out of bed, unlatched the door, and came out, drawn to the whispers. They seemed to be coming from the small, decrepit shed just next to the lodge. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an eerie glow on the door. It was so haunting that I had broken into a cold sweat. I didn’t even want to go forward, but an unseen force seemed to push me straight ahead.

I entered the shed, dimly lit Inside, the tired glow of a zero watt bulb accentuating the ghoulishness of the decaying mansion. There was a dusty, old mirror, its glass tarnished with age. I hesitated for a moment before gazing into it, and what I saw froze the blood in my veins.

Reflected in the mirror was not my own face, but Mehul’s. His eyes, once warm and loving, now held a deep, seething anger. He reached out from the mirror as if trying to grab me, his sinewy hands twisted and skeletal, with fingers curved like claws.

I stumbled back in terror, and that's when I saw it - a noose hanging ominously from the ceiling. There was not a shred of wind, but the noose was swaying gently, as if beckoning me closer.

Suddenly, Mehul’s voice boomed in the shed. "Isha! Where are you? Isha..Isha!!”

I tried to scream and run, but I was paralysed with terror. The whispers grew louder, filling the shed with an eerie cacophony. The mirror seemed to warp and twist, and I felt myself being pulled toward it.

With a desperate surge of adrenaline, I tore myself away and ran out of the shed, straight into Mehul’s arms. He seemed unusually cold to touch, but I thought it was because he was standing outside and it was quite chilly at that time. I was in a frenzy, trying to tell him about the shed, the mirror, and the haunting whispers all at once.

He stared at me in disbelief, then led me back to the shed. But now there was nothing to see there - no mirror, no noose, no whispers. Just four mouldy walls in cracked white plaster.

Mehul insisted it was just a nightmare, but I knew what I had seen was real, and it was a manifestation of something far more sinister. I was dizzy and shaking. As we returned to our cabin, Mehul turned and hugged me.

This time, his touch was unusually slippery and icy, and I flinched in revulsion. He had seemed to grow taller. My hand grazed something strange around his neck. No, it wasn’t the usual gold chain he wore, it was much thicker, With a cold shiver, I turned to look at his face, and that's when I saw it - it was a thick coil of rope. A noose. Around Mehul neck. His mouth was open in a half smile. Half closed eyes looking straight at me in a deathly gaze.

I let out a blood curdling scream, vomited and dropped on the floor. But before I hit the ground and passed out, I could see why Mehul seemed taller than he was. His feet were not on the ground. They were dangling in the air.

…

Doctors said I was in coma for five days. Tests had revealed that I was pregnant. They summarily dismissed my story as nothing but hallucinations bought about by the trauma of Mehul’s death. The police investigation was cursory. I was asked to identify a black piece of cord that the police said Mehul was clutching in his left hand when he hung himself. Did he try to choke me too? I said no. I simply couldn’t place the piece of black cord… or wait… where had I seen this before..?

Then it struck me like a bolt of lightning. There used to be a similar black cord around Jatin’s neck and I had seen it whenever we were together. A little pendant in the shape of a golden eagle used to dangle from it. The lump in my throat choked me off and I started gasping for breath. After a while, I somehow gathered my wits and told the investigating officer that I had no idea what that piece of black cord was.

They discharged me from the hospital in a week’s time. I had avoided calling Jatin from my phone when I was in the hospital. From my home, I dialed his number with trembling hands. The call went dead. The phone was not in use. I kept crying and dialling, but to no avail. A couple of days later I read in the newspaper that the police had launched a nationwide manhunt to trace the whereabouts a young man by the name of Jatin M. who had gone missing a few days back.

I neatly folded the newspaper and put it away. I knew with certainty where Jatin was. He was inside me - alive and kicking.

[Ankur Pathak @aktalkies]

this Ranbir Kapoor interview was the OG Animal teaser.