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Amazing Haunted Train Journey, Final Part-III
“Sorry I was listening to this story.. My name is Rahul”
He was that same boy who was listening music by his phone.
“You know batteries of these smart phone how soon get dry” Rahul said “ I find this story very interesting”
“Who is this Mangla” Rahul puzzled
I and Sharma ji started laughing.
“I never realized that there is another listener too” Sharma ji told
“Me too… I was thinking that I was only person who was enjoying this story” I told
“This is not a story… My dear son it was a real experience” Sharma ji told
“Sorry sir ji.. Your experience” I was smiling and exhale too
Now I can listen some more sounds.. I was coming from where…?
Is there is some more hidden listener…? No … no
It was some vendors.. Outside I watch through window.
“It is Moradabad station” Sharma ji told to us.
“Delhi is just 3 hours away from here” he added
“This is nice I completed more than half of my journey while talking to you” I said
“But who was Mangla ” I was still devoted to know..?
YES… Sharma je again started to dip both of us in to flash back and narrated his experience.
He told “who is this Mangla..?”
Grand uncle told “Son Mangla was a Gareriya (shepherd) of nearby village”
It was 30-40 years ago .Mangla was a nice person and big, tall guy and, he bring his cattle nearby our village. He was tall; handsome young boy and elder son in his family. He was very humble and polite person, he was that person who ready to help other.
As being a gareriya he uses to travel village to village to bring his cattle and he travel all nearby places .as you know when you are a young traveler and you see world around you; you also meet the different type of person in your life. In case of Mangla it was the same.
He was young, handsome nomadic and during his daily commuting he , meet a girl , she was from nearby village; each day when Mangla use to go near by her village she use to see her, and this thing keep on happening. You know son when two young people come closer than they travels in journey of love. Sharma ji said.
“Who was that girl” I ask
“That girls was Manjari , a beautiful young girl from some upper caste.” Sharma ji told,
“So what does it means by upper cast….” I said
Son 50-60 years ago our society was strictly divided by different caste and some of them where upper cast , meaning rich, famous and elite class people in society, and some group of people who were poor they consider as lower class people, and this partition was very prominent that time; our society was differentiated in so many parts. And love between two different casts was not acceptable in society. Not to family of Mangla and not family of Manjari. “Sharma ji concluded.
“It means mixing of two-part of society was not allowed they how their love story started..?.” Rahul, that boy on upper; asked question to Sharma ji.
“Well no one know that how their love story began…but as I know by other that there was a love between them; maybe we can assume that Mangla was roaming all around village to village and might be somewhere they see each other and fall in love ” Sharma ji said.
I ask suddenly “I understand that there was a person Managal some time back and he loved a girl Manjari. This entire thing is nice and normal, but how Mangal became a haunted spirit from a love spirit…?”
“This I very nice and obvious question that how a normal boy became a haunted and revenge seeking spirit, I will tell you my dear son” Sharma ji “as I told you that both of these love birds were from different parts of society and seeking each other was not acceptable to their family, not to family of Manjari nor even family of Mangla. It was a big social taboo at that time. First family of girl warned their daughter to stop seeing that lower caste boy and they also warn Mangal to stop seeing girl Majari otherwise he should be ready to face hard consequences. This thing was warning for Mangla ” Sharma ji said
“Than what happened to him” Rahul told
“You know when you are in love then you do not care about world and people who are running this world. Like any other couple they both did not stopped looking each other and slowly slowly their love became stronger bond between them. And later they became inseparable.”
“This love story was not acceptable to family of Manjari and thus they try to show Mangla the consequences; dare to love an upper class girl, on day when it was evening and Magla was coming back to his home. Family members of girl stopped him near that pond area and started beating him and keep on beating him” Sharma ji said
“Then what Mangla did to protect himself “ Rahul said
“What he was able to so son….!!, they where so many and Mangla was alone; unprepared for any such attack; he was just going back to his home after his daily work and suddenly this assault happen with him. He might be alone or unprepared for this assault. Those goons who strike him very badly and one of goon strike with blade and stab in his chest and killed him on that place.”Sharma ji concluded.
“Those goons killed Mangal….just because that he was in love girl of their family…? How this could be possible” I am surprise for this
“I understand boy this is unacceptable for you… Now a day’s differences between caste and religion in our society are not such prominent as it was 50-60 years ago. Now you can see young people going out and hanging out with each other and it is acceptable in society now a day.” Sharma ji said.
“So how Mangla became haunted spirit and what Manjari did after this…?” Rahul is very curious to know more.
“as I told you that Mangal was slaughtered by relatives of Manjari and his body was hanged on that Neem tree to be crumble and that why that Neem tree became a hunted place; because his body was hang up their and his soul roving all around that area, whom so ever was going to there or nearby place, his soul attack that person might be to protect himself or take revenge whom so ever there and slowly, that neem tree became notorious as HAUNTED NEEM TREE ” Sharma ji said.
“His body was hanging there to be crumble that might be reason; he was stinking like rotten meat, as you told me.” I told by guessing.
“Yes…!! You might me right and those goons stabbed in his chest that might be a reason I also noted there was a mark… You might me right” Sharma ji acknowledged my point.
“What happened with Manjari..???” Rahul again forced on this.
“Haha… sure I will tell you as much I know .. Like any other girl she was forced to marry with a rich man far away to another city”. Sharma ji told
“This is not good, that poor boy stabbed and hanged on tree and girl married to rich man,it is not fair”. Rahul said it with disappointment.
“No my dear son… What I know that her married life was also not good, her husband died soon in a road accident and she became the widow. That much I know” Sharma ji told
“Is it was revenge of Mangla..?” I ask
“Cannot say anything on this” Sharma ji said.
Suddenly we are listing sound of tea vendors. Again I am looking out and ask.
“Bhai.. Which station is it?”
“Gaziabad sir ji” vendor said
We reached to Gaziabad just listening this story… this is amazing I completed approximately my entire journey by listening to this amazing story.
I said “Sharma ji wow this is amazing that we about to complete this journey by listening to your story and it was amazing… bit is it is true story or like any other story”.
“Haha.. ha ” he started laughing profoundly and raised his hands and while raising his hands , sleeves of his kurta dropped down till his shoulders and I was amazed to saw nail marks by three figures dragged down on right shoulder it was looking like that someone taken out a bit of flash from there, oh my god he is right.
“It is up to you whether you are going to trust me or not, my experience is not going to be change what you are going to think about it” Sharma ji said.
“But I would like to say you that you should remember one thing you should be happy that you are living in that time where you can get anything what so ever you want to get, and no one is going to kill you to love someone of something” he said
And I am also thinking that he is right, today I am free to do anything what so ever I want to do there is no social restrictions, not taboo by society and no one is going to check me like free person. Person like me could think to do anything or can say anything to anyone this is one type of freedom which is around me and should be thankful to all those person who provided this type of freedom, thanks god I born in this time where there is not social barrio, no caste partition, no segregation of society on basis of financial status. And most important of all I can love anyone … anyone by my choice and no one going to stab me… Thanks God I am not going to me next Mangla.
End of Story
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Amazing Haunted Journey Part-II
“Why you are looking so much amazed” it is just another station Shajahanpur.” He said
Yes also I became conscious that it was just a station… I was so much deeply flowing with excitement and thrill that sound of wheels sound me like a blast. I was really so much excited to know his life experience that I was ready to go deep drown into this. I re-collected myself and try to be normal.
He said, “It is story around 40-45 years ago when I was a young boy, I was visiting to school. Like any other boy I was free and do what so ever I want to do. Most of my elders instructed me that not to visit that pond area in late evening time there is a ghost. Which can harm you…, He is lethal,
Ghost is thirsty of blood, He killed many. That spirit wants revenge, Vengeance spirit …. And so many thing about that spirit..!! Like any of you I also think that is just bluffing some stupid ideas to make me fool; so that boys should not visit pond late. These are just imaginary things, nonsense… just bad ideas.. I was thinking might be you also thinking this time..” he took pause after long dialog.
I am thinking and smiling “How this old man knows what is going on in my mind..?” I said, I trust you uncle ji just keep on narration … it is interesting.
He begins,There was a fine after noon in month of Apr last . It was summer time ; and you know in summer time during day it is ready hard to find someone on the roads ..it s too hot. My father gave me his kurta for stitching to tailor and he said me to go and collect it from market, because he has to use it tomorrow.
I was just relaxing at home so I said OK I will collect it myself.
My father told me “Do not go alone to that area that is evil place, bring someone with you, maybe bring your elder brother”.
I thought I am brave if I will go along with someone than then my friends would tease me , as chicken heart , It was matter of my pride so I decided to go alone; In that after noon. He told all this with high low pitch and false pride.
Sharma ji continued , “I started to go to market because I was order from my father , I bring my bicycle out and without taking anyone with me I stated to go to market. It was after noon time, not a single person outside of their home. I was alone going to market, it was warm air, it was appealing like winds are coming from hot oven. Even there were no cattle or birds were visible. I was slowly moving towards market. I was about to reach near to pond; I just arrived my half journey; maybe I was about .15 or 2 km away from my home. I was feeling hot, my head was covered with cloth piece my gamcha. I rapped my gmacha all around my head. I was slowly slowly about to reach to pond. I was just whispering some old melody song from a film. Everything was fine going on.
Then suddenly bad odor strike to my nose.. it was really bad .. and I was getting strong and strong as much I was going close to market . I realized this smell I know , I smell it somewhere.. What was that?
I was trying to recall and suddenly I realized this is rotten meat smell…yak… bad..too much bad smell, I recognized this thing it is so painful for my nose. Because few years ago when my friend’s old cow died and we put that cow’s body outside of village to be decomposed. it is ditto same smell, I recognized it very well. But from where it is coming from..?
May be any animal died near to pond. But usually we do not dump animal bodies near to water bodies; may be some idiot did it; who did It.? I was just wondering in my mind .But still that fragrance of crumble meat is all around. I stopped my bicycle and look around. There was nothing crumbling. But still it was near to me. This wind was also fast may be something far from my site. I just ignored this and keep moving towards market.
That road was muddy not pitch road like today’s. There was many small stones and dirt on road which makes it uneven, there was also no single residence nearby.. All that areas was filled with trees and some plantation. I was just moving on careless. Thinking about samosa and sweets in market.
Suddenly I feel that someone jumped on bicycle on behind. it was sudden and surprise, I was about to fall, and I was just about to grounded but suddenly I put down my left foot on ground and manage to balance myself.
I shouted …”who is this..?”
and turned around but there was no one just sound of wind and odor of rotten meat. I was puzzled I thought I s my fiend Birju… I was angry a roared high.
“Birju come out, you idiot, you stupid fellow”, “come out otherwise I will kill you”.
But I was amaze there is no reply from anywhere and I was standing in between road. Even trees are 15 feet away from me. I feel worried and well as mystified too. I started sweating, sweating all my palm and on my neck . I controlled myself, and recollected myself that might be I skid from this muddy road. I try to come out from it.” Sarma ji took a pause after this.
He continued and said “ I tried to forget that incidence and recall to go to market for my collection of kurta which my father tell me to do.
I paddled my bicycle but it was not moving. I put my efforts again but it was not moving, It was feeling that like there is weight of quintals on my bicycle. Hard to move it; But there was nothing on my bicycle . it was total weird.. I was horrified, shocked. Again try to push my it.. But again it was not moving, feel it jammed.
I do not have any idea what is going on, suddenly Idea strike in my mind. Might be breaks are jams. I lean front and see front break was OK; I press it and working fine. Then I press rear break it was also fine. There where is problem I thought.. What about chain..??
I check bicycle chain it was on its place. I was clueless! I do not know what to do..?
Suddenly I came off from bicycle and see it from a left side and try to drag it… I drag it with all my power because I have to go to market otherwise my father will scold me. I apply all my power and suddenly bicycle dragged,. I run with it while dragging, I just willing to go fast and fast as possible. I sit on bicycle and moved out, I was puzzled but I was happy too because I was going to market. I was happy and clueless also, what happened to me I it was unanswerable to me..? “Sharma ji completed.
“This was quite interesting story but there is no ghost in this ” I said after exhaling, “I was expecting some big stuff. It was interesting but not horrified story…?” I started smiling
“Hahaha I know you going to think in this way this is not story but just beginning of a most interesting and bizarre day of my life. It is a long story and I would complete it to you, but I need a break. I will go to wash room first.” Sharma ji said.
I said “why not we have entire night together”. I also realized that Its 12:00 midnight, I am also feeling by bladder is full, have not urinated since 3 hr, surprise, is I was so much indulge in story of this old man. Really this story was interesting. I am waiting to listen him again, why these old man take so much time in washroom? In that amount of time I could be relaxed twice.
“Ahhh this is cold night…. Thanks god blowers are on. It is good inside really..!!” Sharma Ji told me.
I said “Yes Uncle ji it is better inside”. I said in continuation “So… what happen next to you..? Has you got kurta of you father …? ”
He said. “Yes within 15 mints I reached to market and talked to tailor about my father , he told me that wait for 1 hr more to complete it, also suggested me to roam around market. I thought it was good idea, it was about to be evening… Might be samaosa going to be ready!
So I went to sweet shop and had two samosas with green chatni and had cup of tea. I was full. After 1 hr I visited to that tailor again and asked about my assignment. Tailor told me to wait for 30 mints more. I told him I have to go back and please make it fast. After my convincing he gave me kurta of my father it was about to dawn.
Any how I collected kurta and keep in my bag, I rapped that bad around handle of my bicycle and slowly I was going back to my home. it was not very much far but road was bad and it was about to dark. Also my heart was pumping fast because that wired experience which I had happen just few hours ago with me. I was still not able to understand it. I also did not tell about this experience to any one, because I was thinking people would laugh on me or they will tease me t about hat. How something stopped me near to pond. It might me another story. I was also not sure that incidence happened with me was an attack or just some accident happen with me. I was also not sure? Should I say these things to my father? But if I would detail him about this accident than he would scold me because already he warned me and said to bring someone with me to market. If I speak to my friends than except Arvind no one going to believe me. Because Arvind was first person who told me about Mangla..?
“Who is this Mangla..? “ I said
He said I will inform you later about him.. so I was telling you that I was going back to my home from market with kurta and so many ides and feelings was going in my brain what to say and what to do. I was moving on and day was about to settle down. It was a bit cool now that evening.
Suddenly oh my god someone slapped me on my back.. Intensity of that impact was so much I imbalanced and I was on ground within fraction of second. I was stunned and surprised what happen to me and how it happened. Same rotten meat smell was near. I realized I am near to pond and just after that Neem Tree. This time I can realized someone is breathing. His breathing was clear to me and it was slowly –slowly getting heavier and I could feel them on m chest.
Now I can realize that a thin like on blood coming down from my front left side of my head because my head first grounded then my hands came. There was intense pain my arms because I stopped myself from skidding by my arms, it was burning like it is on fire might be my arms rubbed in mud and with stones. Someone was breathing on my chest. He was uttering something I was not clear. I was trying to see. I was focusing and I was trying , this shadow was someone. It was like human .
This shadow was about 6 feet tall and dark black brown colour, appearing that he is coming from mug and dirt. There was no hair on his head, eyes was not looking like human it was read, big fiery red eyes; looking like lava was flowing from there just directly looking to me. With heavy breath he was whispering something it was a bit clear..
Oh yes ..!! I was able to understand it .i was saying something in my language .. yes .. yes I got those words..
Run away.. Run away … I will kill you!!!
I warned you, to go away from here..!!!l
Oh god this haunted thing was .. When I was coming to market, he was who stopped my bicycle.. Yes same rotten odor.
I will kill you.,. I will kill you… I was able see there was a big scar on his chest bigger than my palm. Big scar, wounded and blood was flow from it, I was looking that someone stab his chest.. His hands were bigger than my head and he those big muddy hands was about to come on my neck. I just ducked and his hands just missed my neck… I attempted to save myself.
I saved my neck from his big hands but his nails were big, bigger than beak of a chicken .those nails where solid like iron. I saved my neck but I bended while saving myself; his nails pierced just below on my right shoulder; and sliced out some of my flesh. These claws ruptured my blood veins and shoulder was mess with blood. Blood was all over my body. I was so feared that I was not able to feel pain of this wound. I was just numb not able to do anything… I was not feeling anything… Just I was able to see that dark black face which was crazy. That was ready to kill me.
I rolled over and try to drag myself always from him. I was thinking it is my last day and last attempts which I am going to do to save myself; but these attempts are not going to save me . but I was trying my best to survive me.. Might be it was my survival instinct. I was trying to run away but by legs was trembling, might be legs are broken. I was trying to run , but fail, and I fall..
Oh God he was roaring like Bison Bull… Red eyes are behind me. He was furious, ghostly personality with rotten odor.
I applied all my power to pull myself up.. To go to run away….to save my life… All I was attempting to live… I could recall all my past. It was rolling on my eyes like film. I was shocked, was trying to re collect myself… I can save myself. I have to go… Run .. Run and Run. Those few seconds where feeling like hours. I want to live .i want to live. Blood was running like flood on my hand.
I again try to push myself up.. Yes I was successful to up few inches from ground. Suddenly something hit me on my head.
I did not feel anything after that; I do not know what happened with me. Just I can see dark. pitch dark all around myself. Dark with no end… Nothing was visible. No pain, no fear. I was motion less. I do know what happen to me.
I opened my eyes I see that my father in front of me. I was on my cot . My mother was on my left side . I can see more and more people around me. It was night-time. I was surprised that how I came to my home.
I was near to pond ,Near to Neem tree how I came here..?
I asked to my father “how I came here? I was out”.!!!
My father told “we find you near pond unconscious “, wounded and fallen on ground.
“Might be some jackal or hyena attacked you”. He said.
“But how it could be it jackal or hyena.. It was a man”
Father said “man … do you know him.? Is it was from our village”, “could you recognize him”
“No it was without face… I never saw any one like this” “his eyes were red and with big nails was smelling like rotten meat”.
“Was there any scar on chest” I voice came to my ear… it was my grand-uncle
“yes.. yes big scar.. like someone stabbed his chest ” “he was saying I will kill you…yes same thing”
“oh God it was Mangla”
“who is this Mangla…?”
This time voice came from behind above my head…I was surprised
I was suddenly shocked.. What is this sound..?
Hay who is there, top of my head..?
I turned back and try to find out source of that sound
I was amazed to see…
To be continued……
Amazing Haunted Journey Part-I
I am not happy because again I have to travel in this freeze December month. I am going back to Delhi because I came in Lucknow to attend marriage of my cousin. It was nice experience to be with family and relatives, I had good time with them how those 3 days disappeared I do not know! Even no one knows. But finally happy days are over now I have to go back to Delhi to attend my office.
My God …what a pain..!!! My boss called me 5 times in 3 days just to confirm my next week meeting schedules. Why these bosses are always ridicules, why they can’t see mails, are so busy in planning..? They do not read few emails..!! I mail everything in advance and he says that he scan every minor details. What details only God knows.
Leaving to family was a pain and these bosses are catalyst in that pain. This alone freezing journey is mother of all pains. Only I know; how I manage tickets .from Delhi it was Rajdhani Express that was pretty good but from Lucknow its Sadhbhavna Express , This is one of the worse train ;it is also a long distance train, might be late and dirty too. Any how I reached Lucknow railways station; either God knows or I know.
I do not realized why these railway stations are so crowded and dirty. Round-o-clock you can find people on railway stations; I surprise some times Is everyone in India travels everyday..? May be true or may be not. Lucknow is capital of Uttar Pradesh most populated state in India; population of this state is equal to population of Brazil. Might be being capital of such big state; this railway station is crowded, if this station is jam pack then it might not be surprising, I have to catch my train in next 20 mints.
Just notice board flashed “Sadhbhavna Express on platform no. 9, train is 15 mints late”.
15 mints late…wow !!!
Such delay we do not consider late in Indian railways; even trains are 30-40 mint that late is fine, we are mentally prepared for train late. But this train is arriving on platform no. 9. This thing is unfair because I am with one back pack, one suitcase and carrying myself; it is going to be big task for me, But I cannot do anything; I have spare time so I am walking. And looking around, My God…. yes really it’s cold here….!!!!!!
All around I can see people are in thick sweaters and caps, very colorful surrounding, too many tea vendors, snakes and fried items. I am the full stomach so I am not in mood to eat anything; I am looking all around and feeling fog over my head.
Just heard announcement “Sadhbhavna Express arriving on platform number 9”
This is good for me; “Why not see my seat number” this thing flashing in my mind.
“Coach AS-2, seat number 26”
Seat number 26 means middle seat; this is odd, very odd; come on I have to take permission from fellow passenger to allow me to use my seat. Till my fellow passengers want to set on lower seat I have to allow them to set. This is miserable. I can sleep till 10: 30 or somewhat near to that time but right now its 7:25 PM only!!! Oh God help me… I am tired.
“Side please”…Hello bhi aage jane do…side…side. Bhai dekh ke… Ye saman kiska hai”
These types of sounds are coming from all around me, but any how I reached to my seat, seat number 26. And I am looking around on seat number 25 there was as old man may be in 65 to 70 in traditional dress Kurta and Dhoti, with him there was a lady she was also in 60’s may be his wife and another man may be with him because he was also in same type of dress, both men are looking alike .mix color hair, rudrakch-mala in neck. This group is in normal dress like simple middle class family. There was another young boy may be in his late 20’s he was busy with his smart phone and listening to music. There was a seat vacant in this compartment. May be someone will come later. Its long distance journey and I will take 8-9 Hrs. to reach Delhi.
Faaa…Bad luck again not a single girl around me. My god it’s my long pending wish from you that I should have the journey with a beautiful girl. But you never listen to me..!!.
I always have to journey with old aunties. Never ever a beautiful girl was next to me…why God…why??
Please listen to me once in life. God you know it very well when there is a beautiful girl around then times goes zoom… zoom. This never happen to me, always with my friends. I am poor champ.
“Please sit “what this sound … … That old man said again “This is my seat 25, you can sit son” .
I said “Thanks mine is seat number. 26, Let me arrange my luggage “.
“Fine take your time” he said
It is just chaos around me. People all around, too much noise… Bad. oh.. Why so many people come to see off just to a single person?
Now I feel push …train started, thanks God now I feel good. People around me settling down. Now it is good around me. I am feeling relax; I started recalling memories of last day celebration. How good it was…! So much fun I had there with family. Nice food, nice people nice bonding.
“So are you also going to Delhi…?” A voice touched my ears. It is same old man.
I said “yes I am going to Delhi, I lives there”
He said ‘My son also lives there; he is working there in an IT company’. I am going to meet him.
I said “This is Good, I also work in Delhi, I work for IT Company, and it is in Noida”.
He said “Good Son. It is nice, you are looking tired..?”
I said “ya… may be because of busy schedule; I came to Lucknow to attend my cousin marriage”. Maybe this is effect of that.
He laughs and said, “This is Nice, we should talk. You know its long journey”.
I replied “Thanks, I am glad, but I am a bit tired, I would like to rest early”.
“OK, I can understand but still its 8 PM,” he said
“I am from Sasaram ,Bihar, my name is Rajender Sharma, I retired as school teacher, she is my wife and the another one is my brother Surender .As you know that after being retire people have a lot of time to spend so I am going to spend winters with my son there in Delhi”
“Your son must be happy to see you” I said with added smile.
“Yes he is coming to receive us at station” Sharma ji told
“This is good” I said, “whenever my parent also arrives I also come to receive them… “
“This is good help for senior citizen like us. We are not habitual of such big cities like Delhi” Sharma ji told “Usually senior people like relax and easy life, not fast like you youngsters” with smile.
I laugh… “hahaha .. Who wants fast life…. I wish I could live slow life, running madly is an obligation in big cities.”
“This is true… people like me from small cities are habitual of slow and relax life. “ , with a pause…
“But now a day also in small cities life is fast.” Being nostalgic Sharma ji said …”I wish I could live my life as I was a kid”.
I said “how was life when you where kid, Sir… I think there is no changes happen in small cities till now..? Also my village is same as it was 10 years ago.”I continued.
“At my childhood life was relax and easy. It was so much big areas to plan. These areas were so big that there were haunted places and ghost live nearby us…” said in voice. “Now a day you young people do not encounter with such incidents”. Sharma ji said in grave voice and in high pitch.
“Haunted place…eeeh , haunted people , ghost these are just myth” I said with smile.. “I know old people said such things; even my grandfather also told me. But these are just stories; people hear such stories and keep telling to other”.
“I never encountered such thing, even not meet anyone who has encountered it “I smile and jumping my shoulders up…while leaning towards back I whispered…“I wish I could face such ghostly encounter… I wish I can…!!!” I was mumbling.
“Thanks to God, son you never faced any such thing, it is one of most horrible experience of life; which you could not forget in your entire life”.
“How do you know this… How you could utter with such legitimacy ..?”
“I faced It.; I have my personal experience” Sharma ji spoken with courage and proud
“No way…. How this happened “words broken out automatically from my mouth.
“Are you serious..? Is it a mischief?, please tell me” I said suddenly
“Tea…..Coffee, tea … chai…..chai “suddenly this sound came to me.. There were tea vendors,
Tea vendor asked “Do you want tea or coffee sir ji..?”
“Two Tea please…” Sharma ji said…”It is long winter night” with smile
I said “Thanks uncle ji”. By the time I check my watch it is two hours since we started our journey, it is a bit warm inside may be temperature outside less than 10 degree. Sipping hot tea was soothing; I am enjoying it slowly… slowly.
I am curious to know about his ghostly encounter and asked him “Sharma ji, please could you tell me a bit more about your experience”.
“Yes sure why not … ahhh.. I am enjoying my tea” he said
“Me too…” I said and we laugh profoundly.
He said, “It was my experience around 40-45 years ago when I was a school kid”
My village was a small village it consist of 20-25 families. On east side of my village there was a big pond. My school was also east side. We use that pond for all things, for washing our cattle, for swimming, for pooja, for all things. Way to my school was also goes through nearby pond; even our nearest market was also on my school side. So for all activities we have to go nearby pond.
“What was on remaining side of your village..? Nothing I guess”, I said while little laughing.
He said,” no there was fields on remaining side, mostly, west and south side, on north side there was a temple too.”
Sharma ji said, “I use to go to my school like any other kids, and market too, I was like any other kid of my age group, but my elders told me that avoid going towards pond in evening, and also do not go alone on that way. That side is haunted, specially that area nearby Neem tree.”
Like any young boy I do not believe in such things, what you are thinking right now… I thought these things might me hoax, or some pranks what people do usually to make fool others. Or might be those people are right, because some time I also feel something bad around that neem tree area, I usually thought that might be superstition because my friend told me about that.” Sharma je said after long breath.
“Sharma ji, again you are going to start Mangla’s story..!!” a soft female voice vibrated by ears..
I turned around and is saw it was wife of shama ji…. A bit, depress looking.
She said “You know I do not like to recall this Mangla’s story. I feel horrified.. You know it ..!!”
Who is this Managla and what this story is all about… I am feeling excitement. I want to know more about it. And her fear was making me excited more and more… I want to know about Mangla… but how to convince Sharma ji to start his story telling..?
“Haha it is just a fine story … It was my experience. You know it” Sharma ji told to his wife
“Listen son it is not a story. It is my experience.. I want to share it with you” he told me
My ears tuned around his voice; and not I was trying to listen carefully. I sit close to him and placed white pillow my back; wrapped myself it blanket. I am excited to listen.
Suddenly piercing sound of steel grinding came… I am surprise what happen. It is like someone kicked me out from my dream…. I look out to find source.
To be continued….
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