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Me and A Dozen Plus One Ghost Stories


By Hiranya Borah

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I personally never believe the existence of ghost or spirit because I have never met any ghost or spirit in the last 55 years of my life. During the last 45 years, I had to stay alone at guest houses, at ordinary houses, in open fields of rural areas, in jungles, in small towns, in cities and in metro polis, but I have never met a spirit or ghost. But still I enjoy in reading or hearing a ghost story. Some of the stories are told to me when I was a kid less than ten years by relatives to deter me from going outside home at night. But at that time and today also a ghost or a ghost story could/ cannot scare me, instead they always amuse me. With that background, with lot of spice, I wrote these stories in my own language for you.

These stories are already published on this platform as separate books. But I have compiled and edited these stories so that my esteemed readers can keep these stories at one place instead of at different places.

My ghost stories are not scary at all, rather these are lovable and sometimes funny. Therefore, I have not attached the tag ‘for adult only’.

I am thankful to all my readers, family members for giving me feedback and encouragement to write something on different topics.

Last but not the least, I am always thankful to Smashwords for providing their platform to publish my ebook.


Chapter I: Lady on a Train

My First encounter with a ghost was a very nice experience, though it became somewhat scary afterwards for few months.

During my first posting at Giridih, in 1987-88, I used to travel from Kolkata to Giridih via Madhupur. For Giridih, a first class coach was used to be attached to a train which was running between Kolkata and Delhi. The coach was used to be detached at Madhupur Junction and attached to Madhupur Giridih Local Passenger train. The attachment detachment of the coach were used to happen in the midnight as train from Kolkata used to start at 9-30 PM and used to reach at Giridih at 4-30 AM in those days. Normally, the TTE used to advise the first class passengers to bolt the coach from inside as no passenger was supposed to enter the coach till it would reach Giridih in the early morning on the next day and the route was infested by antisocial elements. During my stay at Giridih for one year and two months, I had to travel by this train at least five times as our HQs was situated at Kolkata. In all my travels by this train, the coach was never been full and in one occasion I had to travel as the lone passenger in the coach as per the list pasted on the body of the coach and the TTE also told me that I was the only passenger for Giridih on that night.

After train started moving, bolting the coach from inside I spread my bed sheet on my seat and went to the toilet. While returning from the toilet, I found that the light was on at my adjacent coupe. I tried to peep into the coupe; but before that, the door was opened by a young beautiful lady. I was surprised and I was little bit suspicious also. To see my perplexed face, she said in fluent English, ‘Sorry, I had to board the train at the last moment. I could not a buy a ticket also. However, I had to cough up Rs.200/- to pay to the TTE for my journey. He told me that you would be the only co passenger of mine for the night.’

‘Ok, Madam. If you need any help, kindly let me know.’ I said to her and entered to my coupe.

Even though, I tried to be comfortable with the situation, from inside I was little bit tense. I was feeling somewhat insecure thinking that I might be a prey to some nefarious design from outside or might be from inside. I bolted door of my coupe and switch off the light and pretended to be asleep.

After fifteen minutes or so, the lady knocked at my door. I opened the door to know what the matter was.

She, with a red night gown, was standing before my door.

‘I am sorry to disturb you. Can I shift to your room? As I do not have the habit to sleep alone, I am somewhat afraid.’ She told me.

I had to a take a quick decision, ‘If I allow her to shift to my room, I will be more vulnerable. If I do not allow, that will not ease out any of my problem.’

I took an immediate decision. ‘Ok, Come.’

She brought her bag to my room and arranged her seat for sleeping by spreading a light blue bed sheet.

Are you in service or in business? She asked me to make some conversation.

I am a Central Government employee. Presently, I am posted at Giridih.’ I also felt that a little conversation would ease out our tension. ‘Are you working madam?

‘You can call me as Shruti. I am Shruti Dawson.’ She introduced herself. ‘I am a student of IIM, Calcutta. I am going to join as an intern at New India Mica for three months. They promised me to accommodate in their guest house.’

After her detailed introduction, I was little bit relieved. At least she was not from any antisocial group as her words were convincing enough to realize that she was not lying.

‘I am Borah. Hiranya Borah’ I also introduced myself.

‘You must be from Assam. I am from Ranchi. We are from Anglo Indian Community.’ She told.

Most of typical Anglo Indians community are from Bangalore/ Mangalore only. Are you originally from Ranchi’ I tried to show my knowledge to her.

‘Yes, you are right. Concentration of our community is in Karnataka. We are also basically from Karnataka only. My father is a doctor and working in Ranchi.’ She told me about her family.

Already the atmosphere in the coupe was becoming normal. Jokingly I asked her, ‘Hopefully he is not working in the Mental Hospital.’

‘No, no, he is not working there. Actually he is an orthopaedics and working in the civil hospital.’ With a very sweet smile she said. ‘You have very good geographical knowledge!’

Thank you for your compliments. But I am not that knowledgeable as you may be thinking about me. Anyway, are you a doctor?’ I asked her.

‘No, I did my masters in English before I joined to IIM. Actually I am not comfortable with blood, breaking of bones, dissection etc. Further, I was bad in mathematics, so I did not take science stream.’ She explained.

‘Are you from science background?’ She asked me.

Yes. I did B.Sc. with Physics and Mathematics as pass course subject and Statistics as honours subject. Then I did masters and M.Phil in statistics from Delhi University and finally I joined as Assistant Director in Government of India. But my favourite subject is history. I always feel, I became a statistician by accident not for liking to the subject!’ I told something to her which normally, I do not want to share with someone whom I do not know very well.

It is a common thing in our country, a boy has to take a subject not because he likes it, but he has to study that subject because of better job opportunity in that particular subject.’ She commented.

‘How about your family?’ I wanted to know whether she was married or not.

She understood my underlying question. ‘No, I am yet to marry. As already told you that my father is a doctor. My mother is a housewife. I have only one younger brother who is a medical student in Calcutta Medical College.’ She finished her family description.

‘I have a wife with a little daughter who is only three months old.’ Before she asked, I told her.

She must be very cute and you love her very much!’ She commented.

Yes, for me she is the cutest baby in the world and I love her more than anyone on the earth.’ I replied.

Changing her topic, she said, ‘Nobody knows that I am travelling by this train. Even in Government record, I mean as per the railway record, I am not travelling by this train. If I am killed today and if my body is thrown to a gorge, my family member will never know, where and when I am killed. They will wait for me indefinitely with a slim hope that I will come back one day. Till my dead body or even my skeleton is recovered, my family or friends may think I am eloping with someone.’ She sighed.

Do not worry, neither am I going to kill you nor shall I throw you to gorge. If necessary, I shall drop you at your guest house. You give your father’s telephone number, I shall inform him about your whereabouts tomorrow from my office.’ I assured her.

Thank you for your kind assurance. Now we can sleep. Do you want the light on or off mode?’ She asked me.

It is up to you! I have no problem either way.’ After a hectic day, I was feeling sleepy and therefore, I want to finish our conversion as quickly as possible with her.

But she was no mood to let me off the hook, ‘I may again disturb you if I cannot sleep within next few minutes.’ This time I was little irritated, but I did not say anything.

She did not switch off the light.

I pretended to be asleep. From the corner of the eyes, I could see she pulled up her night gown up to her knee. I could not remove my eyes from her ivory coloured legs. The combination of her bed sheet, her gown and her ivory coloured legs was a killer one for a person who was only twenty six! What was her expected age? She must be below thirty!

How my legs look like? Are they beautiful?’ She asked me as if she knew what I was thinking.

‘Yes, they are.’ I stammered.

Do you want to see more?’ With a tantalizing voice she asked me.

‘No! Thank you, madam.’ With a determined voice I said.

No, I do not want to say that being a good man I said that statement. I was worried, because that might lead to a situation from where I might not able to come back and then I might also be trapped. Further, I was blessed with a beautiful daughter from a beautiful wife only three months ago. Their smiling faces were flashed through my mind with a warning that I should control myself before I landed into troubled water.

Are you worried? I am not going to eat you up!’ She made a venomous smile on her lips.

Yes madam, I know that, you are not going to eat me up. But, I have a wife with a little daughter who are waiting for me to come home safely. My wife has a belief that I shall never cheat her. If I cannot control at this moment, it might so happen, I shall reach a point of no return. I have to live with a guilty feeling for whole of life. So, kindly let me sleep and you also please sleep.’ I wanted to finish our conversation there itself.

So you are not only going to miss a golden chance to enjoy a full night journey with a beautiful girl, but also, you spoiled desire of a beautiful girl for tonight. I seldom get an opportunity to spend time with a male on this train. I cannot fulfil my desire when more than one person is moving on this train.’ She said with a sigh.

‘I am sorry madam. I cannot betray my wife. Kindly forgive me for refusing you.’ Again I told with folded hands. ‘You kindly forgive me for looking at your legs pretending to be asleep. ‘

Then I turned back to her and tried to sleep.

I did not know when I fell in deep sleep. I got up from my sleep when some porters banged on my coach.

The girl who was travelling with me was missing. But where she could go? The coach was locked from inside. After opening the door of the coach, I packed my bed sheet etc.

While packing my luggage, I found a white envelope on my bed sheet. At the place of address, it was neatly written, ‘To, my dear co-passenger from Kolkata.’

As I had to vacate my seat to the passengers who were to board in the train to Kolkata, I hurriedly put the letter into my pocket and got down from the train.

As soon as I reached home, my wife informed me that my daughter was running with a high temperature. After taking my bath, I took her to a doctor, who gave some medicines which acted quickly to reduce her temperature. Dropping my daughter and my wife at our residence, I proceeded to my office.

Next day when my wife handed over the envelope which was in my pocket and forgot to read, I opened the letter to read. It was a very long letter. As I was going through the letter, my face turned pale. Seeing my face turned pale, my wife snatched the letter and started reading. But she had dropped the letter as her hands started trembling just after reading few lines of the letter. Content of the letter was like this:

Dear my co-passenger,

If you find the letter in a white envelope, I am thankful to you as my soul has been freed from all earthly love, affection and revengefulness. If the colour of envelope is blue, then I have to be here for some more time, but I am still thankful to you as you have facilitated me to free myself from all earthly love, affection and revengefulness. If however, you get a black envelope, you are only lucky person to be spared by me.

For last ten years, I am travelling everyday by this coach. Whenever, there is only one male passenger in the coach, I show my legs to him. Some of them wanted to see more and a very few refuse to see beyond my knees. Those who refuse to see beyond my knees, they are spared by keeping a similar letter to them. Unfortunately, so far nobody got a white envelope and that is why, I am still travelling by this coach. Those who got an envelope other than white colour, have to keep their mouth shut about our meeting. If anyone dares to open his mouth to tell about our meeting, he will lose one of his sensitive organs, like eyes or tongue or ears etc.

Those persons who wanted to see beyond my knees were shown to them the reality of that part of my body. I show them my body which was mutilated by three highly qualified animals from so called good families after committing a gang rape ten years ago. My beautiful body was cut into several pieces to make it beyond recognition before they had thrown my body to a gorge. After committing the crime they got down from the train at an unscheduled stoppage. My dead body, rather now parts of my skeleton is still at the gorge.

What was my fault? I was given my internship at a mica factory at Giridih. Due to short time, thanks to manual reservation system, though the bogey to Giridih was almost vacant, I was denied a valid ticket. I gave the TTE Rs.200/- to get my accommodation in the first class compartment. When I entered to the coach I found three well-dressed persons were sitting. Before the start of journey they were very polite. When we discussed about management of railway, I told them I did not have a valid ticket exactly same manner as I told you last night.

After half an hour, I wanted go to my coupe, one of them grabbed my hand and pulled me to his lap. I slapped him with a hope that other two will support me as all of them were unknown to each other till they boarded the train.

He told the other two persons also to join him as they will also not going to get another opportunity to enjoy a young Anglo Indian fair girl.

To my surprise the other two also joined him and I was repeatedly raped for next few hours. Finally, I went to a semiconscious state.

The same person who took the lead in raping me, told the other persons, ‘we cannot leave this girl alive. She will complain to the police and all of us will be behind bar. She does not have a valid ticket so let us kill him and throw her out of the train. Without waiting for the others, he suffocated me with a pillow and killed me within few minutes. Then with a torch he smashed my face beyond recognition. Finally, with a knife which he was carrying with him to protect himself from antisocial, he cut my body in such a way that even my body is beyond recognition. The other two was trembling with fear. On his instruction they helped him to throw my dead body out of the train and clean the coupe from blood stain. Though some blood stain remained, nobody cared at Giridih station from where blood stain had come and it was washed customarily by the sweepers at the station. The culprits had disembarked from the train long before arrival of their destination.

Flesh of my dead body was eaten up by animals and few bones were left under the sky. My skull and major bones of my skeleton are still lying in the gorge.

No missing report was lodged anywhere as no police station was ready to lodge the complaint as nobody knows wherefrom I was lost.

As I mentioned to you, I did not have a valid ticket, my family and friends did not know from where and when I was missing till date. My parent and my brother, who is a full-fledged doctor now, are still waiting for my return.

After seeing my mutilated body, so far one had a heart attack and died. The person who died, wanted to rape me without any provocation from my side.

Two others had also heart attack and not in position to tell anything about our meeting. These two persons, tried to rape me just after seeing my legs.

Rest of the other four/ five person fainted and recovered after few days. These people tried to have physical contact after my seductive words. I spared them from my anger, as they may not be that bad persons as they would not have initiated without provocation. However, they were so scared, so far, nobody could muster the courage to tell what had happened on that night.

If you got a black envelope, you are not a good person but you somehow controlled yourself from an impending danger because somebody close to your heart, is very good person.

If you find a blue envelope, you are a good man. But you are lack of ability to help others.

If you find a white envelope, then not only I shall be free from all earthly things but also, it will certify that you are a good man from core of your heart, you love your family and so far you have never betrayed your wife. You are also very helpful person. You are not swayed away by greediness. And above all, you are a god fearing man, always ready to help any person who needs help!

I expect you will get a white envelope because, I found you are eager to help an unknown person not like another otherwise good man who closed the door on my face and was not ready to help an unknown girl. In your case, you offered to help me when I was in a different coupe. Then, when I wanted to shift to your coupe citing my fear to sleep alone, you allowed me to shift to your coupe. When I wanted to test your integrity by showing my legs up to knee, you are able to control yourself from indulging any unethical things. Then I wanted to test further by apparently trying to seduce you, even then you did not sway. Therefore, I think you may get a white envelope and make me free from all pains I had been bearing for last ten years.

I have a request for you, if, you have found a white envelope, please hand over the envelope to the police or to my family members to recover my skull for last rites. Address of my parent is given at the bottom the letter.

(for the white envelope receiver)

If you got a white envelope, I wish you all the best for your future life and hope, God will always help you.

Sincerely your unknown sister,

Shurti / Dr. Robert Dawson

B/64 Azad Nagar, Ranchi, Bihar

I was in a state of shock for minutes and then I discussed the matter with my wife what to do. If I go to police, I was not sure how they would react. Finally I decided to send the letter to the address of her parent.

Next day keeping a photocopy of the letter I sent the original letter to Robert Dawson. I did not give my address at the place of sender’s name to keep my identity a secret.

I did not know what happened afterwards till I visited Ranchi on an official tour in 1991.

After reaching Ranchi, I could not resist myself from knowing what happened to that letter which I had sent to Ranchi from Giridih four years ago. After attending office, I went to the purported Dawson’s residence at B/64 Azad Nagar, Ranchi.

When I knocked the door of B/64, to my surprise, a young Anglo Indian lady came out. With a stammering voice I asked her, ‘Is it Dawson’s residence? I am Borah, an officer from Government of India.’

With an extremely surprised look she asked me, ‘Yes it is Dawson’s residence. Whom do you want to meet? You do not seem to be from Bihar or Karnataka?’

Yes madam, I am from Assam and also presently posted in Assam. From yesterday, I am on a two days’ tour to Ranchi.’ I told her.

She invited to her drawing room and called her husband. A man of thirty came into the room and shook his hand with me and he saw to me with question mark on his face.

A few years ago, I was posted at Giridih. During my stay at Giridih, I experienced an unbelievable incident while travelling from Kolkata to Giridih.’ I paused for moment to gauge his reaction.

Before I open my mouth again he exclaimed, ‘Are you the person who had sent the white envelope of my elder sister Shruti?

I nodded.

He stood up from the chair and hugged me. ‘I am Shruti’s younger brother.’

He started weeping and said, ‘We all are thankful to you. From the letter, you had sent, we recovered the remains of Shruti. With the help of a senior politician, we pressurised the Government to make an enquiry of the murder case and all three culprits were caught. The case is still going on in High court. Let me introduce other family members.’

Robert Dawson became a devastated man on hearing the murder of his daughter after ten years. So was the case of Mrs Dawson. Both the old persons blessed me for a better future. This time I promised to keep a contact with them to know the court’s verdict.

Finally, court verdict came in 2001. The main culprit was given life imprisonment and others two got seven years imprisonment.

Chapter II: I Got the Power

On 3rd September, 1995 at 1 PM, I was informed by my cousin, Rakesh that his mother, my closest Aunty, my mother’s younger sister had been seriously ill. I had the closest bond with this Aunty after my mother. In all practical purposes, she was my second mother. She happened to be my closest female friend till I got married and I was blessed with my daughters. Without wasting time, I took a bus from Guwahati at 3 PM and expected to reach her residence by 9 PM. But unfortunately, due to technical snag, I reached Biswanath Charali by 10 PM, the town of my Aunty’s residence. I could not get any Rickshaw to go the village which was about 2 KM away from the bus stand. So I had to walk down to the village.

By 10-30 PM, when I reached the village, I found the whole village was plunged into darkness due to a load shedding in the entire area. However, due to some moon light, I could manage my way to my Aunty’s residence quite comfortably. While walking, I had a feeling that someone was following me very closely. I looked around, but I could not see anything. I thought, it was my sense of insecurity that led to the feeling of something was following me.

Finally when I reached the entrance gate of Aunty’s residence, I saw my Aunty was waiting for me at the gate itself. She welcomed me, ‘I was worried, how you will come today from the bus stand, as most of the rickshaw pullers refuse to come to our village at night. I am happy that you reached the village safely.’

Then she led me to the Veranda and she told me through gesture to sit down. As we sat for a chit chat with Aunty, I realized she wanted to talk with me something special personally, which she did not want to divulge with anyone else.

With a faint smile on her face she said, ‘It is quite normal in our place not to have electricity at night. Rakesh and his children had already gone to sleep and as I was sure that you would be coming today after getting Rakesh message, I was waiting for you. Hope everything in your house (family) is fine.’

‘Yes, Aunty. Everything is fine. How is your health now? After seeing you, I am little bit relaxed. Otherwise, I was really worried.’ I told her.

Do not worry my son. Without meeting you, I cannot go. You are also my son, after your mother delivered you she fainted, you cried for the first time on my lap. I cleared dirt from your tiny body. Till today, I remember your first cry and the dirt what every mother wants to see.’ She sighed.

‘I know that! You have told me that episode many times. Even then, I like to hear it from your mouth again and again. I know you also like to tell me again and again.’ I said with choking voice as I understood, Aunty would not survive for long; cancer had already taken a toll on her body.

Before she replied something, I heard the sound of someone was moving towards the main door. The door was flung open and I saw Rakesh was standing before me. As soon as he saw me, he hugged me and started crying inconsolably. All on a sudden, I realized, Aunty was nowhere to be seen. I understood, with whom I was talking few seconds ago. For the second time, after Shruti Dawson, I had to talk with a spirit; but this time someone who had been so near to my heart. Then only I understood who had escorted me from the bus stand to my Aunty’s residence.

I comforted Rakesh. Rakesh told me that when he telephoned me at that time itself Aunty had expired.

I am told by Rakesh that, before her death, she wanted to talk to me, but unfortunately she had to leave the world before my arrival. That might be the reason; she was waiting for me at the bus stand, accompanied me to her residence and wanted to say something to me, but before saying something she had to vanish because of Rakesh’s arrival.

Her body had been kept in the hospital so that other relatives including me and my sister could see her dead body before she would be consigned to the pyre.

‘Where she breathed her last? In the hospital or at home?’I asked Rakesh.

‘At home, in her room she died. Now, the room is locked. Antara (Rakesh’s wife) and children are wary to go to near the room.’ He said

Where is the room?’ Is it cleaned?’ I asked Rakesh.

Room has been cleaned. But, why do you ask?’ He asked me with some degree of surprise.

‘I want to sleep in that room tonight.’ I said.

Rakesh was surprised at my request. ‘We have already made ready another bed in another room for you as we are expecting you.’ Rakesh did not want to open that room.

The room must be used today. Otherwise, you will always have a fear, at least for the children and your wife, to use the room at night.’ I tried him to see reason in my offer to stay in the room used by my Aunty till her death on that day.

On my insistence they put a bed roll on the floor for me in Aunty’s room. When all went for sleep, as expected, Aunty again appeared before me.

I did not know, my little son became so brave! I am so proud of you! Do you expect me to appear before you?’She asked me with a sweet old smile on her face.

‘I was not sure. But I wanted to meet you again and that is why I wanted to sleep in this room.’ I explained.

‘Don’t you fear for spirit or ghost?’ She asked me.

‘No, if it is one of my Aunty’s spirit or for that matter, anyone who loves me very much and I also love him or her, I do not fear at all. I know those spirits will never harm me.’ With a pause, I said again, ‘Rather, I want to meet all of them at least once.’

Then both of us talked many things about our past. Around 4 AM, she said, ‘Many people do not know, there is another world where spirits are roaming around like ordinary people which ordinary living people cannot see. Like, the world which all of you can see, where there are good people and bad people, in the world of spirits also, there are good spirits and bad spirits. The exceptionally good spirits are eligible to leave the world of spirits to go to yet another world which is full of light and tranquillity. The ordinary good spirits have to find good wombs for their rebirth. Bad spirits have to take bad wombs for their rebirth. However, every spirit has to spend sometime in the world of spirits. Length of their stay depends upon their deeds in your world and our spirit world. Every spirit has different power like power structure prevalent in your living world. Here, power is garnered as per the life he or she had spent in the world where you are living now. Here also good spirits are empowered more by the Almighty. I do not know how much power do I have; but I am told by some spirits that I have some power for my good works in the world which I left today. As you know, I lost my husband at a very tender age; but I did not marry and never had any intention to cheat my dead husband; and therefore, I got some extraordinary power. I understand, you have the guts to face any spirit and you have also habit to help others in their needs. Therefore, to give some safeguards from bad spirits, I want to give you something. Bhaity (my nick name), remember always, what I am giving you will protect you; so long you use your power to help others selflessly. If you use your power for your benefits or even for fame, you will lose your power and your protection gradually. Similarly, the more you utilize your power for benefits of others; you will be more powerful and will be protected more and more. A time will come when you will be able to call any spirit for benefits of others. So use your power with benevolence in your mind in future. Now take this ring, wear it in your ring finger. It will not be seen by others and the ring will never be lost till your death; but power of the ring to protect you will depend upon your deeds. You can see whether power is increased or decreased by pointing the ring finger to a mirror on full moon day. The ring will emit glowing light which will increase or decrease according to the power it contains.’

Then she gave me the ring. I put on the ring on my ring finger. I know, the moment I put on the ring, my responsibility to safeguard the interest of the good spirits and humanity had increased manifold. Earlier, I used to share my encounter with Shruti Dawson with many persons; but now I cannot say anybody about my future encounters. Further, I must be ready all the time to help the good spirits at any part of the world. Thinking this, I felt tiredness for the first time since I left Guwahati.

‘Aunty I want to sleep on your lap for some time and you run your fingers on my hair like you did when I was young. You sing a lullaby for me.’

‘My child I cannot do that; because I do not have a body now.’ She said.

‘I know that. But still you can do that; because you are my second mother.’ I insisted.

She sat on my bed in such a way that her lap was placed on the pillow. I put my head on her virtual lap and closed my eyes. I felt her fingers were running through my hair.

‘Are you happy, my child?’ She asked with love in her voice.

I did not answer. I tried to sleep for the last time on the lap of my Aunty.

When Rakesh knocked the door in the morning, I did not find my Aunty. I saw to my ring finger, the ring was very much on my finger.

‘I heard whole night you were murmuring. Is everything alright?’ Rakesh asked me.

Oh, do not worry for that. Now a days, your sister in law always complain about that.’ I told him with a big smile.

We all took our bath and went to the hospital to collect the lifeless body of my Aunty. Most of the relatives arrived by noon to pay their last respect to Aunty. My sister was the last to arrive. She also cried a lot though she was not that close to Aunty. By evening we took her body to the cemetery. When, Rakesh lit the fire, I saw Aunty was waving her hands towards me. I also waved my hand, someone present there asked me, whom I was waving. I did not say anything.

Chapter III: At the Coffee Table

I can skip a meal or two but I cannot stay for long time without taking a cup of tea or coffee. When I was on an Australian tour with some of my friends for a few days, in October 2005, I used to slip from the company of my friends to have a cup of coffee at any roadside restaurant.

On the third day of my visit at around 5 PM when I dropped into a restaurant, I found the restaurant was full of customers. Except only one seat on a corner table, there was no vacant seat in the restaurant. Even on that table, a young lady, moderately beautiful from Indian subcontinent was sitting. I wanted to take a chance, ‘Is it vacant? May I sit madam?’

The young lady gave me a very surprised look and told, ‘Please sit down. Are you from India?’

‘Thank you, Madam. Yes, I am from New Delhi ( as now I am staying in Delhi for many years, I always say to a person on foreign soil that I am from Delhi instead of saying that I am from Assam). Are you also from India?’After sitting on the chair, I asked her. I want to be comfortable with the young lady as I did not have any alternative but to see her face as my seat was wall facing.

‘Yes, I was from India, precisely from Lucknow.’ With a vague voice she said. ‘But, I am surprised. How you are able to see me and make a conversation with me.’

Her answer clean bowled me; I was totally surprised to hear her statement. Before meeting the spirit of this lady, I met many spirits in India starting from my first encounter with Shruti Dawson. However, encounter with this lady was different from earlier encounters with spirits on many accounts. All my earlier encounters were taken place when no one present nearby me and after 9 PM only. But I met this lady in a crowded place and that too in a broad day light. Further, I had never come across any spirit on foreign soil. That is the reason; her admission of being a spirit surprised me.

However, I understood the situation and quickly composed myself. Then, I said calmly, ‘Yes madam, I can see spirits. God has given me special power to see what others cannot. Probably, you may need my help and therefore, God has sent me to help you out.’

My answer made her very happy. In the initial years, I was little bit apprehensive, how to judge whom to help and whom not, how do I know who is good spirit and who is not. After two to three years due to my experience, now I think, I can judge whether a spirit is to be helped by me or not.

I am glad to know that you are in a position to help me. Anyway, I was Himadri Kashyap from Lucknow married to Manav Kashyap. Name of husband is Manav (human) but he is an Amanav (inhuman). It was him, who hired goons to kill me and coloured my murder as if it was a fall out of a racial attack on both of us.’

‘What type of help I can provide to you in that case?’ I asked.

‘Police could not recover the murder weapon and so they could not pin point who were the attackers. Police finally closed the file as a racial hate crime.’ She tried to make me understand.

‘Can you elaborate the whole incident sequentially, so that I can help the police to nab the culprit and prove the crime before the court of law?’ I asked her to explain as I could not understand exactly how her husband organized the crime to mislead the police and other investigating officials.

She unfolded her story as given below:

Himadri, fondly called by her parents as Himu, was the only daughter of a very rich businessman of Lucknow. Though her parents were not in favour of pursuance of higher studies by Himu, her perseverance made her M. Tech in Information Technology (IT). In India, more a girl is educated; it would be more difficult to find a suitable groom for her. In her case also the parent, after a frantic search for a suitable boy for her daughter, they had to settle for Manav Kashyap, a B.Tech degree holder from an ordinary college of UP, having a modest financial background.

For their honeymoon, they went to Sydney and they liked the city. Both of them persuaded Himadri’s father to sponsor Manav for his Master degree from Sydney University. Himadri’s father agreed to the proposal and they were sent to Sydney. Manav could arrange a job for him after he completed his masters. In the meantime, Himadri got a job in an Indian MNC and both of them settled down in Sydney.

Without showing any displeasure with Himadri, Manav hatched a plot to get rid of Himadri so that he could garner all insurance benefits and other properties which were already transferred in the name of Himadri by her father. He contacted some underworld don through a friend to hire some goons to kill Himadri. During that period he was exhibiting extraordinary love for Himadri. Himadri was more than happy to get extra attention from her husband oblivious of her husband’s nefarious plan to kill her in cold blood.

On the fateful day, Manav took Himadri for sightseeing to the outskirts of Sydney. While coming back from the sightseeing, two hugely built persons stopped their car and smashed the windowpanes of the car. Then, the goons attacked both of them. The goons first hit Manav and Manav fell unconscious. Seeing him unconscious she tried to cover him with her body to prevent further body blow to him. The goons then hit Himadri on her head. The goons did not stop hitting her till they were sure that she was dead.

After few minutes, Police arrived when a passing vehicle informed about the attack. On arrival at the hospital, Himadri was declared brought dead; but Manav survived the attack. The attack was appeared to be a racial one and police was investigating on that line. However, after two days, police realized the killing of Himadri might not be due a hate attack. One unknown eye witness over telephone informed police that though the attacker was wearing mask, he was talking with Manav after the attack. While looking at the medical report, for the first time police became more suspicious that the murder might not be a hate crime, but due to conspiracy hatched by her husband. The blow on Himadri’s scull was much more forceful compared to that on Manav. Actually Himadri got three nasty blows on her head which actually broke Himadri’s skull to pieces. On the other hand, the blow Manav got on his head was so light that the impact did not go beyond the skin of the head.

Police started investigation following the new angle, it might be a pre-planned murder which involved Manav. Manav was interrogated for hours but nothing could be extracted. They examined all his call records and asked Himadri’s family if there was any quarrel between Himadri and Manav in the last one year. Himadri’s parent told categorically that Manav loved his wife very much and nothing unusual observed in the last two years. According to them, both of them had excellent relation. Murder weapons or the attackers could not be traced even after two months of the murder. Finally, the police had to close the case as it might be a racial hate attack.

Actually what happened on that day and about the planning prior to her murder, only Himadri was able to know after her death. Manav arranged everything through his friend located at Lucknow. He arranged goons to execute the crime and he was supervising the execution without involving Manav at all. Even the goons did not meet Manav before and after the crime. They left Australia on the very next day itself.

Now, you tell me, how you want to prove Manav’s involvement in the case?’ I asked her after she finished her tragic story.

I know where the goons had hidden their clothes with blood stain and the iron rod used in the murder case. By mistake one mobile phone through which the goons were in contact with Manav’s friend was left with the clothes. I shall give you the details of the place where they had hidden the clothes etc. From the mobile phone police can recover the call details of Manav and his friend. I am going to give the full address of his friend who is staying in Lucknow from where all of us hail.’

I appreciated her meticulous information to unearth the meticulous but heinous planning of Manav to kill her.

Before leaving Australia I posted a letter to the police where details of the plot hatched by Manav, the place where the murder weapons etc. were hidden, full address of the friend of Manav who was the focal points for the goons and other details essential to solve the case, were elaborately written.

After three months I got a copy of a news paper where it was written that Himadri murder case had been solved. Manav was arrested and charge sheet had been filed before the court of law. The police are contact with their Indian counterpart for deporting the other culprits involved in the crime.

At the footnote it was written, the problem could be solved because of a letter written by an unknown person. Now police is investing the role of the informer in the case. I hope they will not be able to find out who actually helped them to solve the case.

Chapter IV: School or Home

She was a classmate of my niece Anita. She visited my home also a number of times when I was in Guwahati. She was to appear Class-XII in 2004. But due to the stress of the examination, she committed suicide a couple of days before the schedule date of examination. The whole family was devastated. As I was transferred from Guwahati in 2003, at the time of accident, I was not in Guwahati. Therefore, I could not meet the bereaved family to offer my condolence at that time.

She, Sangeeta was the eldest daughter of Mazumdar family. She had a brother who was two years’ younger and a sister seven years’ younger than her. Being the eldest daughter she was loved by her parents and other relatives also. Therefore, at her death, blame games started among many stakeholders. Many blamed her parents for high expectations, many blamed her school, many blamed her peer groups and some even blamed the tutorial house where she was taking tutorial classes. But none could find out actually why she had committed suicide.

When after one year, I visited the family, they almost recover from the tragedy and as usual they started their forward journey. After half an hour when I was about to leave their house, spirit of Sangeeta called me, ‘Uncle, I want to have a talk with you! I know, you can hear my voice.’

I looked back; Sangeeta was standing behind her mother. I signalled her to follow me so that we can have a detailed conversation away from her near and dear. Sangeeta followed me as I said good bye to her family.

Can we sit in a secluded place so that we can have a talk without any interference from anyone?’ After crossing boundary of her house, I asked her.

‘We can sit at the bank of Brahmaputra, though there will be lot of people, nobody cares who talks with the wave or on his mobile!’ She told with disgust.

I sat on a staircase leading to the river. Sangeeta also sat beside me.

I do not know why you have done that! Rather there is divided opinion on reason of your suicide. You are the only person, who can tell me the reason.’ I looked at her face.

Uncle, I did not commit suicide!’ She said with a void voice.

‘What you are saying! Police had already closed the case as they did not find anything suspicious and your family also never objected to that.’ I remarked.

‘That is the crunch. My family did not object because they were involved in the crime. Actually my father had killed me and my mother knew about it. She kept mum to save her husband and her married life.’

What you are saying! All know that you were very close to your father. Why he would kill you?’ I was surprised to hear her statement.

Then I asked, ‘Is it a case of honour killing? But in Assam it is unheard of.’

First, let me clear your doubt about my closeness to my so called father. He was not my real father, he was my step father. When my father became a martyr fighting with militants in Jammu Kashmir before my birth, his cousin married my mother to grab all the monetary benefits given to my mother. My mother was given a job in Assam police by Assam Government on compensatory ground. Though similar offer was given by the Ministry of Defence, she preferred to join Assam Police.

My so called father is nothing but a parasite on my mother. Officially he is a contractor. Practically he does not have any income; but maintains a lavish life style on my father’s money. In public he always showed love for me as a father; but he never loves me from his heart. But as I grew up his behaviour changed and he looked me as a prey for his unfulfilled desire. He started molesting me in some or other pretexts. I told my mother about his advances, but she ignored it by saying that I was misunderstanding him.

Just few days before my final XII, he mixed some sedative in my supper and he raped me whole night. My mother also knew that. When I recovered from the ill affect of the sedative, I threatened him that I would tell my grandfather who stays at Dibrugarh. He disconnected our phone line and snatched away my mobile phone. Whole day I was under constant observation so that I cannot contact anybody. They had again forcefully given me some more sedatives and I almost became unconscious. On that very night, I was hanged to death and deliberately had given an impression as if I had committed suicide. The step father of mine was emotionally so charged before the public that all the people known to us were sympathetic towards him. Police were told that I was habitual drug user and I was under tremendous pressure due to examination and they also complained against the tutorial house that they used to give all the students unnecessary pressure for doing good results. As my mother is also working in police, it was easier for them to convince the police to close the case as a mere suicide case. Now can you help me to get justice?’

She was looking to me with lot of hope in her eyes. But I did not have a readymade answer to her query.

‘I cannot assure anything right now. I shall talk to Mriganka Choudhury, SP, fortunately for us he is a friend of mine. Please meet me tomorrow evening.’

Mrganka was my classmate and recently he had joined as Superintendant of Police, Crime branch. When I narrated the whole story on the next day morning, he told, ‘Who will believe your ghost story?’

I do not know, whether there is some truth or not in her story; but you can verify two things very easily, whether Mr. Mazumder was her stepfather or not and whether the wife of Mazumder was a widow of a martyr or not. These facts were not known to me earlier and many people may not know these two facts even today.’ I pleaded.

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