HEY GUYS...AGAIN BACK WITH ANOTHER SILLY TS...
FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME TRYING SOMETHING IN HORROR GENRE...AND I REALLY HOPE AT LEAST IT'S WORTH READING...
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ANYWAYS NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING...
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kehte hain kalpana haqiqat se jyada badi aur adhuvut hoti hai...lekin sach aur sapne ke bich ka fasla bhi bohot kam hota hai...kain baar, hamare sath ghati hui ghatnaein hamare liye to haqiqat hoti hain...par auron ke liye kori kalpana...
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The lightning and the sun upon the cloud tops was the only brightness that day...The wind ran as if it has been restrained for time out of mind and it was determined to outrun any chaser...The sound of it was a strange song, as if howling yearned for a melody, and the trees joined in the unfolding scene, as if the change, though abrupt and startling, was as welcome as a surprise knock on the door...
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it was nearly 11 at the night but still the isolated house in the whole valley was lit up...it was not at all a new thing, because every year since last three years the night of 20TH OCTOBER...the whole house aroused with the hope of A SON, WAITING FOR THE RETURN OF HIS FATHER...
and yet today HE decided to speak up HIS thoughts...sitting in front of a framed Vincent photograph...muttering something between the inaudible sobs, but with the deep ever expressive eyes, dried up...
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ABHIJEET:(controllling over his outburst...)main aksar yun hi choti choti baaton par ro diya karta tha...(dreamy tone...)kabhi chipkali ke dikh jane se, kabhi zara si kharoch lag Jane se, kabhi cheezon ke kho jane se ya phir kabhi mumma se bin baat lad Jane se...
(with a mocking laugh...)par na Jane kyun, meri hamesha namm rehne wali aankhein...uss din pani ko taraste hue registaan si ho gayin...
aur mere aas paas jo chekhein thi, jo awazein thi achanak chup si ho gayin...
(re-living in the aura...)uss din aag ke tez laptein bhi Kashmir ki sard raaton si thandi pad gayin...jab mene uss insaan ki arthi ko kandha diya, jisne mujhe sari zindagi apni palkoon pai bithake rakha tha...
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(continued in a bit frazzled tone after a small pause...)khairrr...woh sab chodiye...bass wapas lot aiyee...koi narazgi hai to maafi mang lunga...aur agar koi galti ki hogi to apki nazrein dekhte hi, usse sudhar lunga...par please ajaiye...(breaking down...)mujhe aab app se phir gale lagna hai...
mujhe aab phirse "I LOVE YOU ABHI" aap ki uss kadakti si awaz main sunna hai...jo aapne jane se pehle to kahi hi nahi...(in a whispering tone, wiping the pearl drops...)jo ki shayad aap kehna hi bhul gaye...
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AND HE stopped with a lump, unable to continue further...because even today HE didn't return, breaking HIS hope with each passing second...
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The storm was a twirl of perfect black ballet dancers, each dressed in windswept grey...dancing to the roar of heaven's drum and calling up lightning onto the stage... For they were honour bound to come when the compass needed the music of the wind to send its needle full round...
even the wind pushed the car in the Mumbai-Pune expressway to no avail...it was going forward with the tires making monotonous hiss over the rain-washed road and air making its way through the filters...
while the figure on the driving seat was enjoying the cool, stormy weather without the awareness of how HIS life was gonna turn upside down as HIS eyes fell upon the FUEL GAUGE, flickering badly...with the indication of hardly left petrol...
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FIGURE:(sighed worriedly...)ohh shitt yaar...aab to petrol bhi khatam hone ko hai...(repenting over his stupidity...)kal subha hi nikalna cahiye tha...lekin aab kya karoge DHRUV babu...(glancing here and there...)yahan to aas pass bhi koi nahi hai...aur wese bhi raat ke 12:30 baaj rahe hain...
(checking out the GOOGLE MAP...)aur petrol station yahan se 5 km ki duri par hai, jitni dur meri gadi chalegi nahi...
(AND the moment, HE finished his very important monologue...the car halted screeching loudly...)yeh lo...5 km kya...yeh to 50 m tak nahi chali...cchhh...
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HE remained sitting there itself for a few minutes, when after thinking something...got out of the car...grabbed an empty barrel from the BOOT SPACE, and started wending HIS way towards the PETROL STATION...with an exaggerated murmur...
DHRUV:(aggravatingly...)hunh...lagta hai aab to itni dur chalke hi jana padega...nahi to raat bhar yahi dera jamaye betha rahunga...
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HE had just progressed a few steps, praying god deep down from HIS heart for a "MIRACLE"...when suddenly exclaimed loudly with happiness, as if GOD had just listened to his prayers...as HE saw another car coming towards HIM...
HE extended his arms, with a hope for a lift at least till the petrol station...and to HIS good luck...or even maybe bad luck...who knows...because the further consequences were itself gonna speak up...THE CAR HALTED...
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HE knocked at the window pane, hoping for a response...
BUTTTTT...when the later heaved the window...a cold chilly vibe passed through HIS spine, and yet the reason was unknown...
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A wizened face peered out, from under a wedge of blue hat which was the only thing on his otherwise bald and mottled scalp save a sparse fringe of white...His eyes were so heavily lidded and weighed down with wrinkled folds that it was almost like talking to someone asleep, yet he was quite alert...
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HIS instincts were continually pleading HIM to run as fast as HE could from the scenario...while the brain re-assuring to take help, because for now the situation was not in HIS favour...HE himself couldn't understand what to do...because the elderly figure inside didn't seem right...
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ALWAYS...YEAH I BET ALWAYS TRUST YOUR GUT INSTINCTS...IF YOU GENUINELY FEEL SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT..IT USUALLY ISN'T...BECAUSE YOUR BRAIN CAN PLAY TRICKS...HEART CAN BE BLIND...BUT GUTS EACH AND EVERY TIME RIGHT...
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Fear switched off from supercomputer part of HIS brain and put forth the primitive part in charge - thus generating FEAR...no...not just FEAR...BUT...EVEN A SENSE OF BEGGINING OF PARANORMINC EXPERIENCE, in place of responses...
BUT still HE jerked off all those thoughts, as HE being PARAPSYCHOLOGIST didn't believed upon the existance of such things...and initiated in a quite hesitant voice, oblivious of being proved wrong just within next few hours of HIS life...
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DHRUV:(reluctantly...)HELLO SIRR...
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THE FIGURE turned towards HIM, and gave a smile...no..not a usual one...BUT dread creepy...as like a ZOMBIE during APOCALYPSE...
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DHRUV:(continued with a tensed smile...)wo...woohh...sir act...actually meri gadi ka petrol khatam ho gaya hai...(nervously...)to kya aap mujhe please yahi age wale petrol station tak chod denge...
FIGURE:(with a very bizarre, thin and hoarse voice...)jarur...(indicating...)aooo...Betho...
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DHRUV nodded in agreement and opened the passenger seat to settle down HIMSELF...when yet again his instincts connoted to change the decision...
many a times it happens, after you do something/ are going to do something, the inner guts continually stipulate "galat kiya boss...bohot galat kiya..."...and so does here...again making HIM ponder all over again about HIS decision...
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DHRUV:(POV...)yeh admi mujhe kuch thik nahi lag raha hai...kuch to ajeeb hai iske sath...(cringily...)pata nahi baar baar mujhe esa kyun lag raha hai, ki kuch galat karne wala hun main...(and HE was about to revert back his decision...the later figure queried...)
FIGURE:(spookily...)kya hua...nahi jana hai kya...
ANDDDDDDD suddenly DHRUV couldn't deny, HIS lips automatically felt as if getting sealed up and body turning numb and cold as ice...HE swiftly nodded in agreement and settled HIMSELF down, beggining the hypothetical journey...
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the car ran on the road with a very uncanny stillness inside it...even the whole domain consisted of a strong essence of extreme coldness...no doubt the weather outside was chilly and windy...BUT this coldness was definitely absolute different from that...with the silence even making the scenario worse...
SO DHRUV after mustering up some courage initiated the convo, breaking the ice...
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DHRUV:(scruplingly...)hello sir...mera naam DHRUV hai...
FIGURE:(with the same creepy smile...)ohh...you can call me PRADYUMAN...SHIKHAWAT PRADYUMAN...
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this creepy smile was actually turning the things on...the subsidised fear, again aroused within HIS heart...and unable to bear more, DHRUV queried HIS heart out...asking the reason for the creepy grin...
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DHRUV:(fidgeting over the fingers...)aap bade khush lag rahe hain sir...
PRADYUMAN:(weirdly...)ohhh yess...main bohot khush hun...main kal subah apne dost se chaar saal baad milunga...
DHRUV:achaaaa...
PRADYUMAN:(showing a picture of a short-sighted man, with specs on his nose...)dekhooo...yeh hai uski tasvir...
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DHRUV:(sighed relaxingly...while making HIMSELF understand..)ohhh...to isliye PRADYUMAN jee itna muskura rahe the...main to dar hi gaya tha...bekar main ek ache admin par shak kiya...
(and HE was just about to apologize or edge bind the convo...the car halted, making his realize regarding the arrival of HIS destination...so came out grabbing the barrel...and yet again initiated, from the same widow pane...)thank you so much sir...really...agar aaj aap madad nahi karte to shayad main abhi tak udhar hi hota...
PRADYUMAN:(in the same tone...)it's okay...(meaningfully...)issi din ka to main kabse intezar kar raha tha...
DHRUV:(confusingly...) jee main kuch samjha na...
PRADYUMAN:(interrupted...)agar tumhe phir kabhi mujhse milna ya baat karna ho to...(took out a pile of old papers from his pocket, tore a small bit from the corner...and presented saying...)yeh hai mera number aur address...ispe contact karlena...(very unusually...)kyunki shayad bohot jald iski jarurat padegi...
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AND before DHRUV could ask something, PRADYUMAN drove away leaving behind an extremely confused figure...DHRUV tucked the paper inside his pocket and rushed inside the petrol station, saving himself from the downpour...HE handed over the barrel to the attendant signalling to fill it up, when heard...
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ATTENDANT:(filling up the barrel...)sahab gadi main petrol khatam ho gaya hai kya...
DHRUV:(sighed deeply...)hann yaar...woh to acha hua ek bhale admi ne lift de di...warna idhar pohanchte pohanchte subha ho jati...
ATTENDANT:(laughed mockingly...)kya sahab kitna mazak karte ho...abhi to aap itni dur se chalke ae...aur bol rahe ho lift liya...hann...
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DHRUV just became still at his place...HIS feet automatically turned cold and numb...WTF...just now HE took a lift from a elderly figure PRADYUMAN, and came out form the car, just in front of this attendant...BUT now he was denying...how was that even possible...
was it just HIS illusion of taking a help or it's just the trailer, of a supernatural beginning which was gonna introduce HIM with many more paranormal experiences which HE would have never ever have thought off even in HIS wildest dream...
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it was already 2 in the midnight and this experience was more than enough for a non-believer of paranormic activities to lend his faith into...so without even wasting a single more second in the deserted road...HE grabbed the barrel and ran towards HIS car, drenching in water leaving behind the ATTENDANT, SMIRKING WITH THE SAME CREEPY SMILE...
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the next morning arrived, and this strange occurrence had completely vanished from the mind of DHRUV, assuming it to be a nightmare...
as usual HE woke up, refreshed himself and before going for HIS workplace, settled himself in front of the TV changing his channel into a national daily..with the headlines "BRITISH AIRWAYS A 350 carrying passengers from Manhattan to Mumbai crashed badly...with 76 deaths and 130 casualties..." showing up...
and what HE saw next completely stupefied HIM at his place...showing up a crystal clear reel of the previous night...resulting in a terrified murmur...
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DHRUV:(out of terror...)how's that even possible...
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WHOM DID DHRUV SEE IN THE NEWS...WAS IT PRADYUMAN OR SOME ONE ELSE...WAIT...IS PRADYUMAN DEAD/ ALIVE...AND IF ALIVE THEN WHY COLDN'T THE ATTENDANT SEE HIM...WAS HE REALLY KIDDING WITH DHRUV OR WAS SERIOUS...BUT DO YOU REALLY THINK THE ATTENDANT WAS EVEN ALRIGHT...
IF PRADYUMAN IS REALLY DEAD...AND IT WAS ONLY HIS PICTURE SHOWING UP IN THE TV...BUT THEN WHO IS ABHIJEET'S FATHER, WHO DIED FOUR YEARS BACK...AND WHY IS HE STILL WAITING FOR HIM TO RETURN...BCOZ IF HE'S DEAD...THEN PROBABLY HE WOULD NEVER RETURN...OR EVEN THERE'S A MYSTERY BEHIND IT TOO...
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HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THE CHAPTER...
DO READ AND REVIEW...NEXT PART WOULD BE AFTER SUFFICIENT REVIEWS...
NEXT UPDATE WOULD BE OF ABD...(i know all of you are waiting for it, but...sirf thoda sa hi bacha hai...2-3 din main ho jaega...)
TILL THEN BYE...TC...