FICTION: "Ghosts are not real, but.."




She didn’t believe in Ghosts. How could she – being born and brought up in a Metro where, forget the Ghosts, humans barely survive. Everyone in her family was a radical thinker and an atheist. She had often debated with great zeal about the (non)existence of ghosts and God. On a hot summer afternoon, she was discussing about ghosts in her cubicle on chat messenger. It can be imagined how depressing the office would have been that day, she had no work so she needed something to kill time. Moreover, she never tolerated educated people who believed in ghosts. This friend of hers - whom she was chatting with - belonged to a small village in Bihar who had struggled his way through and made it to the IT industry. He was sharing the experiences, that the people from his village had had with ghosts, and there were plenty. The chat:

She: hv u evr seen a ghost urself?

He: No! but I knw a lot many ppl who hv :)

She: how can u be so sure that they were not hallucinating…if u keep on hearing the tales from an early age, u start believing in things tht dun even exist

He: Okk, then can u explain me, how the hell a person saw and talked to his old father in the field…. When his father had been dead 5 hrs ago??

She: I told u na…he might have been hallucinating…

He: But this old chap - the father - told him abt a secret pot with silver coins…he told him d exact location…embedded in the back wall of d house…nobody had any clue abt that treasure…and wen they dug up the wall a few days later….wallah!…der ws the same pot…filled with silver coins…. EXPLAIN THAT??

She: I still don’t believe u…. his father might hv told him earlier… he might be lying… whtever but there’s no scientific proof of after-life or ghosts…

He: U dun believe it until it happens to u….one day u will…. Btw, turn back!

She turned back and to her utter shock, this guy was standing right behind her. He was supposed to be in a different city – this was unreal for her. A bead of sweat trickled down her eyebrow over to the nose, she kept staring, he kept smiling. She raised her arm to touch him, to see if he was for real. No logic, no reasoning struck her at that moment. ‘WTF!!!’, was all she could utter. He sat beside her and asked, ‘So? Now u believe in Ghosts?’. She hit him hard on his arm, ‘Idiot!! Moron!! There are no ghosts. I was just taken aback by surprise! And what the hell, how did u do this?’ To which he playfully replied, ‘If you have answers, there are no ghosts. If you don’t have answers, ghosts become real! And we have a lot of instances where science is not able to answer things, that’s where it all starts!’. Still confused, she turned over to her monitor, as she moved her mouse to clear the screensaver, she saw the cursor still blinking over that last exclamation mark. And then - out of nowhere - it struck her, she was actually chatting with herself!!! Text cannot have a cursor blinking unless it has been typed by you. She wanted to scream but the table suddenly turned and monitor toppled over her hand, it was not heavy but she quickly removed her hand moving it sideways smashing it in the drawer……… and that’s when she woke up. The pain was real, and so was the red scar on the back of her palm.
                                                                                                                        

4 comments:

Misha said...

The dream reminded me of those vivid dreams which we sometimes see!! we often move our leg or fall off from the bed! :D
nice story.. :)

Aadii said...

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Raphael said...

nice, nice...wonderful....would have loved if it were longer....

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