THE

CURSED

SPELL

........................................ In the GHOST TRAIN.......

 “I am Harishanker.

A hopeless, helpless, arrogant, lonely....and mainly....a man very much with childish behaviour. My
parents left me 2 years back and ‘m lonely now. The reason behind leaving me is too weird at least
for me and its-its because ...I like Cooking. I am a chef....working in a restaurant. I love to serve as
well cook for others. My parents thought..... I had gone mad. I spoiled the family’s pride and thrown
it..... into river Ganges with my own hands... that’s what they say. They never showed respect
towards my profession. They dislike me for what I do. I had flipped my education in middle before
completing my graduation. I never had felt bad for what I had done to myself. I actually think myself
very much great by all means but ‘m fearful, filled with pride but disliked my way of life; strive to
prove the best b-but ditch myself. Totally I am what I am. Simply in physics which I have d-ditched
for cooking, it could be known as a virtual image to what I see. Never thought what would happen to
me in future. But I want to be a great man in the coming future. I hope...one day ...I would rule this
world and save it by myself. Fhhooooooooo..... Ok...Let us hope for good. Who knows what would
happen. Haaaaaa....Anyway I must finish my dinner. These thoughts never left me. I think I must
record these in the format of words.......What do I do anyway......? Feeling empty for every
second............. somewhere deep in my heart.. I was craving for company, for a better
half...No...No...A Perfect half....Ok.....At least ......understandable. Haha...ha..... Dreaming
ah.....Proceed. She must be slim with bubbly cheeks possessing with sting Lilly fragrance ...should kill
my nostrils.......... look gorgeous with bright eyes, covering her back with lengthy hair reaching to her
hips, beautiful stature and finally....she should have endless love towards to me. When I have this
type of link for my thought I look myself as expert. I can’t resist myself....I should have one love as
my companion.........” Harishenkar thought for minute while serving him with red chilli pickle and
boiled rice. He got attacked with choking and hick-cuffs simultaneously. He took a glass of water for
cooling his bearable heat. He had his dinner and cleaned those utensils. He dried those things
thinking once again about his girl. There were two rooms in his place. One for his regular activities
and other meant for his privacy (Bedroom). He slipped himself with attire usually for night time from
his wardrobe. He really felt tired of his day’s work. Now he felt like he must require a damn full night
sleep by leaving behind all those burdens. Strolling around the room once, he just lurched onto the
chair unable to bear the mess. He had his mat on the floor waiting to get possessed with its prince.
He looked at it and marched towards it. Windows were wide opened to let in the fresh night
borrowed air. Leaves played with each other with the melody of nature’s rhythm. There was a sweet
lullaby playing at each corner and it blew on him. He got into a deep sleep within a few minutes. He
had a dream of an angel. She was marvellous and was really a striking beauty with gorgeous
eyes......But sunlight abruptly woke him, with its strong intent. He was slipping in and out from his
sleep. Now the time is 7.00am. This was boiling summer where sun wake up early than before. He
reluctantly got from his sleep and done his routine deeds. He covered himself with a towel after
having his shower. He walked towards his wardrobe and opened it. He picked up his pair and was
about to have his pant. He got his left leg into it and suddenly realised that there was something
odd, with vague thought he opened the robe once again. He was stolid, not known if he was awake
or not. Sweet aroma filled the wardrobe, he was feeling if he was dreaming once again or was he still
sleeping. Pinching himself to life, he yelled with the pain. This made a living doll force out of the
wardrobe, she really was a girl of his ever lasting dreams, an angel, a dazzling beauty, a- a –ah girl.
Wrapped up in milky white thin layered dress, she was frankly stunning. Hari helped her to make a
move out, that tensile touch did bother her and she winced away making him dumb.
W-who are you, Hari’s voice was choking cold, grabbing back his normal tenure he once again asked,
who are you?

She was still looking pale and Hari asked her for water and rushed down to other room to get few.
According to him she was still was not in the life. He felt terrible with his horrible fear kicking his
heart beat to race for a mile-an-hour. It felt ridiculous to him. He hadn’t done anything wrong but he
was lying himself in a situation where he was not having a clear idea about what was going on. He
took a deep breath and tried for one more. Her oval eyes were tolling down the line, had water after
long thoughts. She was blinking blankly without knowing where she was lying.

Feeling the situation was again in control.

“Who are you?” a question spilled from Hari.

Images swirled at once in her mind. She had this question a moment ago. But she didn’t
get why she was standing here.

Hari repeated again, “what are you and........What are you doing here?” He thought of
himself as an illicit with his question.

“I was ...I was...I was ...what I am...”She answered to him.

And that was a nasty blow and Hari was dangling his head. It resembled like a sweet dream. He
regained himself and asked “What was that—I mean was that what you are supposed to say?”

She thought, “I must not confess about what I am and from where I had come from until I get
some answers.” She then said, “Sorry, I couldn’t remember anything. Ooo...”she scratched on the
back of her neck. She asked Hari, “What was this thing which was hurting me...?” She showed him
her smooth feminine white coloured skin with a small red pimple(dimple) on her neck. It was
surrounded by a reddish scratch.

He then said, “It was....a bite from mosquito.....”

She asked, “What mosquito...? What is it?”

He asked, “What are you saying? Where are you from? You must have known that...”

She said, “No.......Yes...Yes...I know that...Just can’t remember some things...”

“I must not reveal a thing to him. I must be careful and must behave normally,” she thought.

Hari thought of her as mad and he started thinking about how she had entered his house. He
must not have closed his door. He rewinds his memory but couldn’t get a clear answer. It was all
blurry. “Let it be. She would be treated later........”