Those One hour ..., Part 2

I’m not able to sustain the pressure of continuous trauma. It’s too perplexing; the horror and the power attached with her trembles even the hardest node. I’m ending this life of being a carrier to her dreams.

It all started on a chilly winter night of January. Being a deputy engineer in a leading telecom company meant him to frequently check the communication cables and network running across the length and breadth of the country. On that fateful night he was waiting for a train in a small town in the state of Punjab. He could have used much faster bus service but then when it’s in your destiny it has to happen in anyway; whether you hate it or like it, you have to accept the truth.

It was utterly cold, chilly night. He thought of waiting on the platform itself as his train was running an hour behind the scheduled time. His inquisitiveness led him to look for someone with whom he can pass the next one hour. Except few stray dogs he could not find anyone. But then as he was looking on either direction of the platform he saw someone sitting on the extreme corner. After moving closer he found that the person was a woman probably in her early twenties. He was bit amazed to see a young woman in such a secluded and lonely place. He greeted her in Punjabi, thinking the girl might be from some nearby village. The girl remained unmoved.

It was bit disappointing for him to see that the girl wasn’t interested in any of the talks with him. He served her a cup of hot tea and asked whether he could sit on the same bench. The girl still remains motionless. Taking it in negation he moved back and started rhyming a Hindi song.

He was all startle to see the same girl sitting on the bench where the man luggage was kept. Yet, he thought its good for him as the girl seems to be interested in talks now. He sat next to her and started talking about his job, his hobbies, reason of his being there while sipping tea and asked the girl to tell him about her. She stood up and said something which would change the life of his henceforth. She told him that he is a blessed with supreme powers. He is among the chosen few who can interact with spirits. And, through all this years she was only waiting for a companion who could feel her. And, asked him not to assume her as any other human.

He laughed and took all this lightly; he thought may be this was all for MTV Bakra. His laughter was cut short when the girl showed him her inverted legs and hands. She even took out her eyes and presented it to him. He started trembling with fear, horror and terror could be seen in his eyes. He wanted to scream but his vocal chords were all struck with fright. He was sweating hard even in the cold weather. It was now the girl turn to laugh, loud enough to shiver his senses. 


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Those One hour ..., Part 1

It was a cloudy morning with mild breeze caressing the soft cheeks of her. There was no trace of Sun in the sky which made the January morning chillier. She was in the town for a week almost after a gap of ten long years and was waiting for the Chandigarh Express, going back to the place where she had been living for all these years after she left Lucknow. 

She was sitting all alone in the extreme right corner of the platform as her train was late by an hour. It made her think about the swift changes which her hometown went in past ten years. Everything changed, from her neighbors to childhood friends, from her school to college, even the platform where she was sitting had changed a lot. Glimpses of her past were swinging in her mind. 

Her tryst with past was cut short when suddenly someone took her name. She was amazed to hear her name as it has been long since she left Lucknow and hardly anyone knew about her visit.

She looked around and was stunned to see him. 

It was he, her husband; they haven’t seen each other since ten years and almost know nothing about the other one. Her eyes went wet due to sudden outburst of emotions deep hidden in her heart for all this years. The time stood still, moving trains stopped and everything for her came to a standstill. 

They studied in the same college, met accidentally, their love blossom and one day the only son of the college professor proposed the only girl of a government employee. They got entangled on the eve of Christmas ignoring initial resistance from both the families and lots of melodrama. 

Five years later she left her husband house without even letting him know for once. Things were not going soft from last one year and finally she took the drastic step. His business cost him much, it has eaten away all his property and now it even ate away his marriage. Tirelessly when he came home he found the doors locked. Today, he had suffered huge losses which have broken away all his hopes he once had. He wanted peace and looked for solace in his wife’s arm. But, she was gone forever, never to return. 

A week later he got a legal notice asking for divorce. He was a broken man, who refused to fight anymore. He tried his best to console her but all went on to deaf ears. Willingly he gave whatever little he had left with him to her. That day in court was the last time they both saw each other. She left for Chandigarh the very next day. 

The concerned authority announced that Chandigarh Express was going to arrive soon. 

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I pray...

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