2 weird nights in Saint Martin's Island [continued]

dipu and imran had to leave us, as they had important things to attend to. dipu's uncle was in the hospital and imran[aka menace aka trouble - for the activites. to describe him we used a quotation - "do not trouble, trouble untill the trouble troubles u"...:P] couldnt help waiting another day[as he couldnt talk to his gf from saint martin's island!]... such a lover. hmm... imran is always a spoiler of any good event in the most outrageous ways. thats becoz he wants to be with us and also with his gf at the same time. 10 of us went to saint martin's island and 2 left on the second day. it almost broke the spell. i hate it when such things happen.

in the evening as usual.... we could manage to go to the sea just 5 minutes before the sunset. went to the west side of the island. as i have described earlier, tourists come to this part only at the time of sunset, which made it absolutely perfect for the lovers, muggers and romantic lunatics...:P ... there is a perfect teashop to sit and chat about anything of the universe as we always do.

two other grps logged into our motel that day. we named one grp as neighbourhood boobs(!) and the other as neighbourhood beauty. the naming was done depending on the nature of the grp, physical and appearance both.

we decided to have a barBQ at the midnight. the neighbourhood boobs and their husbands followed ourfootsteps. i wish the other grp did that too....;)....

in between the motel and the beach there is a barren empty space. there was a bushy place on the western side of it. the night had little breeze and no moon. the stars kept shining doin their duty...:P... the preparation for the barBQ was going on there. we grabbed a bedshit from our room and lay their on the sandy place to observe the barBQ process and chat around. some of us were tryin to make another night with ghost-stories. i was so tired, that i didnt mind what they were tryin to say. gazing at the dark sky loaded with blinking stars, through sleepy eyes.

suddenly we heard a voice, "ye bhaaaaai! ye bhaaaaaaai!![is someone there]" the sound had a certain helplessness in it. someone in grave danger. so we requested our cook(bcoz he is local), to find what this is about. we shouted for some time, "keee?? ki hoise bhai??[who's there?]"... the voice kept asking for help, "yee bhaaaai!!!"... the cook said someone is jokin!... cursing whoever it was we minded our own business[we thought this type of joking is common in here]. but the voice got more tensed and wouldnt stop. so i jumped and started running towards the dark beach, almost like a blind. in the half way i found out the person asking for help is our frnd!!!!!!!!... "quick, my moblie has been robbed!"...huh!! i thought saint martin's is a place of common, gentle ppl.....
[to be continued]