Anjali froze. "Did you hear that? It sounds like a woman crying!"
One rainy evening, the power went out. The friends decided to take a shortcut through the old abandoned "Kottagudi" (Old Palace) to get to the main road. Sreenu, the scaredy-cat of the group, was shaking.
Ravi, Sreenu, and Anjali were the "Three Musketeers" of Warangal. Their headquarters was the local Lakshmi Tiffin Center, and their main occupation was arguing over who should pay for the Masala Dosa .
"Ai, Maa vanne chudandi (Look at me)!" Ravi: "Ayyayyo! Who are you?" The Ghost: "I am Rama Raju. I was a screenplay writer in 1960. I died of starvation waiting for a producer to say 'Okay'." Sreenu: "Ayya, please don't kill us. I haven't even paid my bike EMI yet."
Anjali froze. "Did you hear that? It sounds like a woman crying!"
One rainy evening, the power went out. The friends decided to take a shortcut through the old abandoned "Kottagudi" (Old Palace) to get to the main road. Sreenu, the scaredy-cat of the group, was shaking.
Ravi, Sreenu, and Anjali were the "Three Musketeers" of Warangal. Their headquarters was the local Lakshmi Tiffin Center, and their main occupation was arguing over who should pay for the Masala Dosa .
"Ai, Maa vanne chudandi (Look at me)!" Ravi: "Ayyayyo! Who are you?" The Ghost: "I am Rama Raju. I was a screenplay writer in 1960. I died of starvation waiting for a producer to say 'Okay'." Sreenu: "Ayya, please don't kill us. I haven't even paid my bike EMI yet."