That Mid-night... Winter in Kashmir is cold, biting cold. An Air-Conditioner set at 30 degree temperature is enough to make your body feel warm. But that Mid-Night, no matter how high the temperature in your room, the memory that very mid-night brings is enough to cause me goosebumps, even today. It was January 21, 2006 mid-night. I was already half-asleep when I eXperienced a hypnic jerk and my bed shook. I felt an Earthquake-like quiver. My body temperature was high. Sweat started dripping from my forehead as I got up from my bed and approached a glass of water. I felt some strange kind of presence. Though I was alone in the room, and door locked, I felt I wasnt alone in my room. I heard whispers, they were not clear. I gave a keen hearing to them... didnt understand the source of these voices echoing in my room. I drank a full glass of water. Checked my mobile phone, it had turned off. I recalled the battery was 77% charged before I had surrendered to sleep an hour ago. It surprised me. It wasnt turning on, the battery seemed dead, and I couldnt find a charger in my room. I couldnt sleep either. Whilst I hoped from one corner to another in search of the missing charger, I heard a loud cry from outside. I peeped through the window, couldnt find any source, but observed that the cry was getting plural and louder and louder, like a crowd screaming. Perhaps, someone had passed away and people were wailing and mourning, I thought to myself. Without a second thought, I changed my night-suit, deciding to visit the place out of my social obligation. Within 180 seconds, I was out on the street, and based on the Dopplers effect, I started walking towards the source of screams, though I didnt see anyone else on way walking towards the source. The scariest moment was when I realized, the more I walked towards the source of screams, the lower the volume of the wailing cries appeared to my ears. I was taken aback, I hesitated going that direction but my curiosity didnt let me take an about turn. I reached the assumed place - there was no one out on the streets. There was no noise from anywhere around. I was left puzzled in the middle of the street in the middle of the night. I got frightened because I was sure I wasnt suffering from Schizophrenia pertaining to auditory hallucinations. Trying to run away before anyone could notice me wandering aimlessly, I swiftly made a U-turn and started walking back to my place, I wanted to pinch myself and check if that hurt, but it was too cold to even take my hands off my pockets. I took a short-cut to my place that minimized the distance by half. I didnt have an idea what could happen neXt. As I passed by the graveyard on my way back, something made me stop for a moment. I noticed someone standing on the other side of the graveyard. Someone covered in a white gown. I started taking steps slowly towards him, he didnt move and stood there totally undisturbed by my presence. I reached there. When the distance between us minimized to about three metres, I was surprised to notice a woman. She looked at me with those big round eyes. Her messed up hair, the way she had put this white cover around her body... And most importantly, a girl near a graveyard in the middle of this night escalated my shocked state of mind. Who... are... you...? my voice had abandoned my words, only whispers delivered. She said nothing first. After a brief pause, she casted a glance at one of the graves and said: ...Read my name engraved on the tombstone of that grave... This time I pinched myself. Unfortunately it wasnt a dream. I gathered a little more courage to ask again: Tell me whore you? in half-scattered voice. She kept looking towards that grave, without batting her eye-lids once. She responded in a silky smooth voice: ...the one whose death disturbed your sleep tonight... And she continued: ...You heard people wailing at my death, but no one ever cried at my death... Her words gave me a virtual death. I wanted to run away, but I wasnt sure whatever was happening. Then... What was that? I asked. It was You she replied, ...it was you wanting someone to atleast shed a tear when I die... #TheAbandonedGirl
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 13:58:50 +0000
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