The moment his hand was on my right shoulder, i panicked- a sweet chill ran down my spine. I looked back to figure out the person.
I shifted almost 3 yrs back to this place , what was the good thing about this place was greenery all over , a kind of serenity that rule this place. Though, the house was small but enough for the two members – me & my books. I have been living alone since i left to study high against the odds. I chose the place instantly because the place seemed to posses a vibration i could sense – a kind of Aura that seemed to attract my attention and thus, within a week i decided to shift with my luggage and full fledged Library. I am literally in a new city with more strangers around me, even the air i breathe sensed to be odd but i don’t know why i felt i’ll be able to make the entire place my own, sooner or later. Being happy in that small house of mine with 2 rooms, i was feeling liberated – liberty from all the restrictions i was bound to, to live and be what i choose to be. The moment i shifted, i decided to go out and be a flaneur. I took my bag, locked the house and went straight to the market where i saw a procession where men were dancing ragingly, it’s difficult to see the site and a fear gripped me round my waist as if Fear want me to die at that violent and furious activity. Later on asking, a commoner told me it is their traditional dance form which is still in practice. It was unusual for a girl like me. From there on i moved to the central area, full of hustle – bustle of traders competing to sell their products. I observed a hexagonal shape carved out of a leaf, decorated with sandalwood having a round figure at the center. I went and inquired about it to the seller, he told me it’s a dhatu (matter) which keeps the evils at bay. I gave a little laugh at the thought because who believe in evils/Angels in this scientific era but due to it’s exquisite design i decided to buy it for a few rupees. I kept it in my bag and went for the ice cream. I forgot i was hungry.
After the market, i went straight to a park for some fresh air but to my surprise it was all vacant.
‘How could this be possible ? Not even a single child/ adult in the park, playing or walking.’ It was crazy and odd at the same time, keeping my safety in concern i returned just after a walk straight to my house with lots of bags in my hand. I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for myself where my knife was missing. I went to my living room to see if i forgot to take it out from my packed luggage, as i bend to check out i felt someone’s watching me with its two big eyeballs. I closed my eyes for a moment and talked to me to ensure i was just taking the horror story i read few weeks back seriously. Well, i managed to find a new knife in my luggage, so i went back being busy and slept after filling my tummy with poha and salad. I resented being awake after 10, so i just put my bed in order and slept.
Next morning was bless, i opened up the windows for air to fill my lungs with energy for other activities, since it was my 1st day of college, i don’t really want to be late. I bathed quickly, prepared my lunch and packed it, still chewing the sandwich which i gulped with a glass of milk. Taking deep breaths to control my excitement, i went out confidently as if i’ll conquer the entire college the very 1st day. As i was about to reach it, i felt some dizziness and sat on the stone next to Peepal tree, i recognized it much after where i was resting on when somebody sensed a snake about to reach my kurti wit a strange, almost queer sense surrounded him & he approached and took it in his hands. I was shocked seeing snake in his hands, i just did nothing but run and run and even forgot the man who actually helped. Minutes later i sensed i left my bag there only and my heart was not allowing me to enter that sphere again but i had no choice – my admit card, everything was there and i couldn’t afford to lose my credit card its important. So, i chanted Hanuman Chalisa which my granddad used to sing it for me every time i felt fear during my childhood, i crammed it then.
‘Jai Hanuman gyaan gun sagar, jai kapis tehu lok ujagar, ram dut atulit bal dhama….’ and with the last lines ‘ Rashmi sada hari chera, keje nath hridya mah dera’ i exhaled and opened my eyes to find the bag at same place as i left it. I stooped to pick it up when i sensed a hand on my shoulder – a sweet chill ran down my spine, i almost closed my eyes to pray and muster up courage to face it and almost cried off while i turned and saw one of the guy from my college extending a hand to my feared self. I preferred to be back home as i was petrified.
That day i literally wished to rush out and be at home when the bell rang in the middle of the night, awaking the fear one more time and when it rang twice i was compelled to get up and see who was there and what i saw confirmed my staying there in confinement, the soul was possessed finally. Now i could hardly escape.
Will that be easy for her to escape the clutches she was in ? Will write in the next post, a teaser sort of 😛
*To be continued*