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A neatly pleated suit, matching trousers and a Laptop bag. The perfect corporate executive, he was standing at the Airoli Bus stop in Navi Mumbai, which was looking uncharacteristically deserted for this time.. He was speaking frantically with some one. “I know darling, things are a little tough these days, believe you me things will sort out.” There was something that was different about him. He was getting more than his share of glances.

” Aarti I am telling you, we will be able to handle it.” “Aarti wait I will call you back some body is….”, he cut the call.
” What…? What are you saying? ” the person came close to him. This person, he looked really sullied, his face and his clothes looked very familiar. He started coming near to Mukesh. “22…22…22… 22…22….22…22….22 hahahaaha!!!!” “Be careful…22…22..” Mukesh ran from there… He took a rickshaw to office. The traffic was heavy. The only thing weighing on his mind was 22… What the hell was 22 and who was this guy? As the traffic eased and his rick started moving bumper to bumper, his eyes got set on the no plate of the car in front, MH02AB5722. 22 there it was, the last 2 digits. The Rick accidentally brushed the car and the person in the car came up, pulled the rick driver out and slapped him. Mukesh went out grabbed the driver and banged him on the wind shield of his car. The entire crowd was stung into silence. Mukesh started running. People in the crowd started shouting but none dared to chase him. There he was all pleated up, the perfect corporate executive, what the hell did he just do? What happened to that driver? Was he alive? Why was he running? What should he do? Where should he go? Should he go to the police or run from them? He just kept running. Who was that person? And what was 22? He had no clue where he was heading and what he was supposed to do next. Thudd!!!! He hit a passerby and lay unconscious…

“Doctor Sahab kya hua hai ise? Isne aaj Airoli signal par ek aadmi ko apne windshield pe de maara. Mar gayo wo, I I got a prescription from you in his pocket dated 3 years back” Sub Inspector Daate was in a fix, he had seen many road rage incidents but this was peculiar. “Unbelievable, i don’t believe this. I treated Mukesh 3 years back, he is suffering from Chronic Schizophrenia and he was accused of killing his entire family. He was admitted to the State Mental Hospital, How did he get out??? Hello… Are you there??”