My first supernatural encounter 53

The other day, I was late from work. My boss was here and I had shit loads of work to do, so as expected, it was 11pm when I left my office for home. No cabs, no rickshaws. So I decided to take a walk.  Since my place was just four blocks from my office, walking was not a tedious task. It was a full moon night and the cool breeze was blowing, autumn was here but it made city looked dead at that time of the hour. No life, no traffic only long roads, unending roads. 

My belief in ghosts and the darkness made it worse.

I was crossing this dim-lit street with a lot of vegetation. I had always heard stories about this ghostly figure that was seen there. I was walking fast (just in case). Just when I thought that maybe today’s not the day, that the ‘ghost’ might just be sleeping in it’s humble abode and I was safe, I saw a girl coming from the opposite side of the street. She was walking on the wrong way, but that was the least of my concerns. 

I tried to avoid looking at her. But she was walking right towards me.

With each step, the distance between us was decreasing and my anxiousness, increasing. I was hoping it to be a nightmare, just a part of my imagination but everytime I looked up, I saw her, coming towards me. I pretended to be busy on my phone to avoid that stare, that ONE stare.

But she stopped, right in front of me, and asked me in a cold and hushed voice
“Excuse me, what’s the time?”

I froze, I couldn’t move my hands, couldn’t move any part of my body. I wanted to run as fast as I could, but couldn’t. I seemed to be rooted at that spot. 

She repeated her question.

I looked at my phone and replied “11:17.”

Still rooted, my heart skipped a beat as I answered her question, it might be a trigger to something I would regret saying all my life, I thought but said it anyway. I just wanted her to leave, the entire scene to be far far away from reality. All of the horror stories I have heard were coming back to me, my life flashed infront of me, and I thought of how my parents will never know how I died, how I will go missing and no one will know, and what all I wanted to achieve in my life. She looked at the moon and then at me, and she smiled.

“Thank you”, she said and started walking again. 

Dark circles, messy hair and lost. I walked away, as fast as I could. They told me never to look back if I manage to escape a ghost. Ufff! my curious mind did lure me to at least look back once, I did. Ah hell!! She was not there.

Oh my God! Why didn’t I learn Hanuman Chalisa when mum told me to do so. Please, God save me today and I will learn it, pakka promise…please..please!! , was all I had in my mind. Stop laughing, even you would have done the same.

So, I just Ran like P T Usha and locked myself in my room and went to bed immediately, forgetting the whole incident, or at least trying to but my mind wandered, going back the same moment, again and again, her hushed voice and that dreadful look. 

Was this finally…my dreaded encounter with a ghost??

Could have been, but my mind brought back the tiny detail of a book I saw in her hand, it was a  JEE ADVANCED book. And I wondered,” What a ghost has to do with engineering?”  Phew!! She was an engineering student. Lost and looking for coffee ( I suppose). 

Dara diya yaar!!! 😉

 

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From A Stupid Last Bencher to The Editor Of News Sites! That’s My Life. 60

While thinking about penning down something that would come directly from my heart, I would love to bring this part of my story, which is not so very profusely known to one and all. Well, today, I am going to discuss with you the reason, why exactly I start off with my writing habit.

I am a freelance content writer and am currently the junior editor of a few news websites and some article websites. However, that is what I am today. Two years back, I was not the person that I am now. I used to be a lonely kid who would be always tensed about the upcoming results. The fear that I had as a student was not of failing. Well, I never really cared if I did. What I was really concerned about was, what would be my father’s reaction if I don’t fare well. Am sure, I did connect with many, when I did say that.

That was all I was doing in life. Then life thought of teaching me a lesson. It was sweet and it has changed my life. While am sure some of those students who are scoring average or below average marks in school can connect with me, I don’t know if the toppers would be able to. One of my friends got a brand new mobile handset and all of a sudden, it somehow sprang in me, that I too wanted to have a good smartphone! Yes, a good smartphone! So off I went, too tensed to ask something from my dad, (which I think is the general problem of the middle-class family kids). Somehow, I could gather some courage to ask for a smartphone! Don’t expect a twist here! Did you? Well, it was just the same old saying you know, “If you score above 90% this year, will get you one.”

Now coming to this particular statement, if any guardian is reading this and has the patience to hear this, then just know it. If you don’t want to give us something, just say “NO” please don’t leave us thinking that it’s our fault that we could not get it for ourselves. You surely don’t expect that your kid, who hardly gets 65% marks a year would go about getting 90% in the next!

Well, I was a kid, but I had experience with this 90% stuff! I knew the outcome, so off I went, I knew I will have my own measures in getting this done. And today my dear friends, I have enough to get an i-Phone 7! (Although I don’t have one!)

Thanks Dad!

‘Was it love?’ or just a chai and sutta together!! 61

Both of them were wide awake, lying on the bed and talking to each other, missing each other’s company.
Tia was in her hostel room and Max was home. 4:30am said the clock.

“that was some night” she texted.
“Yes, it was”
“why did it have to end…I wish we could just cuddle and sleep”
“If only”
“do you want to meet for chai and sutta”
“Give me an hour?”
“are you serious?”
“Why not!”
“okay then 😉 “

She was thinking about the last night, fancy dinner and sneaking in. But she had to leave before the sun came up and she did. Her last night in the city and all she wanted was his company, maybe.

4:45 am and before she knew, she dozed off.

She woke up to seven missed calls and nine unread messages.
‘holy crap’ she thought and texted Max immediately.

“hey, are you up?”
“You dozed off!”
“I am sorry, are you still coming to pick me up?”
“Meet me in twenty minutes, I am on my way”
“okay”

She rushed to the washroom and checked herself in the mirror, well…he has seen me in worse and its just a morning date, just chai and sutta. And in her pyjamas and T-shirt she went downstairs. There he was, waiting for her at the corner of the road in his 12 years old activa.

“Are you carrying cigs?” she inquired.
“I always do” he replied with the wink.
“Well..I have cash and my mobile…so, lets go?”
“Hop on!”

“Where to?” he asked
“Please just drive…the weather is so good, lets go to the tapri outside the fort gate”
“How far is it?”
“Five kilometres, maybe seven”
“Yeah I have petrol”
“You don’t have enough?”
“We will find some petrol pump re, chill”
“mmhmm…okay”

And they started on the empty road. She held him tight and was resting her head on his back.
‘Damn these rides, I will miss them in Delhi’ she thought to herself. They parked outside the fort, enjoying the weather and the royal garden view. It had started raining and they were relishing every bit of it.

All the shops outside the fort were still closed, but they found another one a kilometre away. It started raining heavily. The rain, the hot chai in hand and the sutta that followed. They spoke about their families, her short stay in an unknown city and how strangely they met.

‘Was it love?’ she laughed at the thought, whatever it was…she never wanted it to end and for him, it was an experience, another lovely experience in his bucket.

A 5am crazy drive in the rain, in heavy rain and both of them on the activa, drenched. The date, the time, the company couldn’t have been better. He told her about the stories, about the time he last traveled the same road and she listened, with a slight blush and happy to be part of another story he will probably tell his grand-children.