It was a chilly, quiet evening in the highway to Ramgarh, a Rajasthani village. Evenings and nights in this highway are usually infinity of blackness containing a blanket of thick vicious fog. There is no source of light; the highway is surrounded by dense forests.
Mr. Walter, a foreigner was traveling on the highway that evening. Even after repeated warnings from the locals,to not to travel on this isolated highway, specially after dusk, he did not wait for the sun to take over the sky. He went on travelling.
" Sure woman, that highway is haunted by a ghost."he had said when an old woman told him a tribal story about the highway being haunted. "Now let me tell you a secret, I am no man, but an evil spirit who has preferred to remain on Earth to take revenge of my death." And then he had burst into fits of laughter.
He was young, carefree and reckless.
Engrossed in his music, he did not realize how far he had come from the town. Suddenly, his car started giving jerks and then stopped. He got down from the car with his torch and opened the bonnet of his glossy car. Fumes of hot smoke started coming out of it. He tried to repair it but in vain.Annoyed, he looked around .
A few meters away, he saw a young girl wearing a white robe.
Unable to understand what she was doing on a highway in the middle of the night, he called out to her.
Swiftly, but gracefully, she came forward. Her eyes were deep green, her face was pale. Her hair hung like a cascade of black waters. She looked very charming.
“Can I help you sir?” she asked in her serene but soft voice.
Walter chuckled, wondering how much could this delicate girl actually help.
“No, thanks. What are you doing here?” he said.
She ignored his question and walked towards the bonnet of his car.
A wire here and some oiling there and within minutes she repaired his car.
Stunned, Walter thanked her.
“No problem sir.” She replied sweetly and walked off.
Wanting to look at her charming and appealing features for the last time, he quickly paced towards her, calling out to her. He took her by the hand and turned her shoulders towards him.
No eyebrows. No eyes. No lips. No nose. Just a round sphere of flash and skin.
Walter gave out a cry. Suddenly, she turned into vapours and diffused into the air. And what was left of her was a handful of ashes in his palm where her hand had been.
