Just a Start

It wasn’t a dark and stormy night but quite the opposite actually.

The flickering television was blabbering the death of Gustov – the famous French chef who had librated the taste of cuisine the world over. Mmm.. food was the last thing Smith has in mind as he lay blindfolded with hands tied behind his back. The freezing chill that was getting transformed from the base of his temple to the nimble parts of his body was pointing to the slowly ticking clock whose each motion was getting directed from some unknown hilly terrain deep down in Pakistan occupied Kashmir. With the cocking of the gun pressed against his temple seeming familiar a Kasminov or a M9 maybe, the dialect of the masked terrain surrounding him were pointing to a bigger conspiracy than what it seemed from this hotel room at Taj that was slowly getting filled with smell of explosives, marinated charcoaled flesh and strong sea breeze that pointed towards famous saying of Gustov “Sight & smell of the things surrounding you hold a greater meaning from what is cooked behind you.”