Almost Something
Madhura & Aakarsh
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EXT. VERSOVA LANE – EVENING
BLACK SCREEN.
A LIGHTER FLICKS.
SHH (24) sits on a low compound wall, wearing an oversized
black GUNS N’ ROSES T-shirt. A cigarette hangs loosely from
his lips.
He scrolls through LinkedIn with dead eyes. Scroll. Scroll.
Bored.
He switches to Tinder. Mindless swiping.
A soft MEOW breaks the rhythm.
A street cat strolls up to him.
Shh bends down, pets it, cigarette still in mouth. Suddenly
the cat loses interest and darts away.
Shh looks up.
A few feet ahead, AISHA (24) stands with a Whiskas packet.
She kneels and the cat melts into her touch like this is
their routine.
Shh pulls out his earphones, watching her. He walks toward
her.
Aisha glances at him — her eyes go straight to the cigarette
smoke. A subtle, involuntary “not a fan” expression. He
catches the expression. Takes one last drag, flicks the
cigarette away.
SHH
Uh… I think she likes you more than
she likes me.
Aisha pets the cat’s head, not looking at him yet.
AISHA
You were giving her smoke. I am giving
her food. Obvious choice eh?
There's a slight tease in her voice. Shh picks up on it
immediately.
SHH
I mean… fair. What’s her name?
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AISHA
No clue. I call her Taara. Because we
only meet when the stars...
Shh laughs and interrupts.
SHH
Ofcourse. Because stars come out in
the night. Crazy.
She frowns and continues feeding the cat. He crouches beside
them, keeping a respectful distance. He tries to touch the
cat but hesitates.
SHH (CONT'D)
So how long have y'all known each
other?
AISHA
A little over 6 months I guess.
SHH
So I am assuming you're from Bombay.
Aisha smiles and replies quickly.
AISHA
Yes. Was born here.
Aisha stops and extends a hand to Shh.
AISHA (CONT'D)
I am Aisha. You ?
SHH
I am Shh. And I know how that sounds.
Its a long story.
Shh and Aisha both stand up. The cat finishes eating and
casually walks away.
Shh awkwardly scratches his neck.
SHH (CONT'D)
Mmm… so… do you come here often?
As soon as he says it, he cringes realising how that sounds.
He quickly tries to cover it up.
SHH (CONT'D)
Sorry. That sounded like. I mean…
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SHH (CONT'D)
obviously you come here often, you
literally feed her.
Aisha laughs — the first real laugh. Shh calms down and looks
at her smiling.
AISHA
Relax. It’s fine. Aur haan Taara and I
have a deal. I buy her food. And she
listens to me without judging.
Aisha keeps the empty Whiskas packet in her bag. Puts her
wired earphones in and looks at Shh.
AISHA (CONT'D)
Nice meeting you, Shh.
SHH
Yes. Same here. And mmm sorry if i
scared Taara. I think she prefers…
people who don’t look unemployed.
Aisha laughs — short, surprised, genuine.
AISHA
Well… at least you’re honest.
She turns and starts walking back. Shh watches her go, trying
to keep his face neutral — fails miserably. A tiny victorious
smile breaks out.
Suddenly Taara reappears, rubs against Shh’s leg once… then
follows Aisha again.
SHH
Ab kya. Jaa uske paas hi.
He slips his earphones back in — but doesn’t play anything.
He’s just pretending to be normal.
He walks away… takes five steps… stops… exhales.
SHH (CONT'D)
Behenchod… what the hell just
happened.
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4.
INT. SHH’S BUILDING – STAIRS – EVENING
Shh sprints up the staircase like a man who suddenly found
purpose in life. Keys jangling, backpack swinging.
INT. SHH’S HOUSE
He throws the door open, nearly trips. He frantically unlocks
his phone and calls 'Bro'.
SHH (SHOUTING)
Abey saale kabhi to time pe phone
uthaaaaa.
Shh walks out of the frame. We see a small yet messy living
room. The call continues to ring. And then we hear a hello
from the other side.
SHH
bhai. Bhai. BHAI. I think… something.
Something happened.
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