"Its raining. It's raining outside!!" my brother sang as I drew the curtains to see the condition of the weather. "Don't come here, O! spirit of Mahrisha! Leave us alone…. "
Wait. Wait. I'll tell you the problem with my brother .
He is obsessed with the ideas of ghosts and spirits and knows all the illogical stories regarding them. Like the story of Mahrisha, who was not allowed to marry her lover, Abhimanyu,as the later was a prince and the former was a poor peasant's daughter. The king imprisoned her in a tall tower and had his son wedded to some beautiful princess.
Guess what would have happened then? What happens in all these ghost cum romantic stories? What's common in all of them? One of the lover dies. Well in this case, it was a suicide. Mahrisha hung herself from the ceiling of the same minar, she was imprisoned in. And her spirit still waits and longs for her prince to rescue come and marry her.
Wait. You people must have got bored while reading this story. Let's get back to my story…
So as I told you, my younger brother , Ivan was dancing and swinging and celebrating rain. And I was gazing out of the window, thinking when my parents would arrive from work.
"Bhai," said my brother, "the clouds are thundering. Mahrisha is going to arrive-"
I could not take it any more. I had had enough.
"Stop your Mahrisha nonsense!" I exploded, "Ivan, go and watch some cartoons!" Sensing, my anger, he walked away to the television.
But he was right. Atleast somewhere. The weather was really spooky.
By looking at the sky it was impossible to tell it was late afternoon. It was dark. Dark blue. It was raining. It was sinister. Evil..
It was like, I was over thinking.
Thinking not to ponder much about the weather, I decided to write. A poem, maybe?
But my plan was short lived. Someone had rung the bell.
It was Neha. Neha Aggarwal, my classmate and friend.
I opened the door, let her in, asked her to sit down and got nothing but a strange blank expression.
"Neha ?? Are you kay? ". I asked "Do you need any medicines?"
"No" she answerd in a tone similar to Prof. Snape from Harry Potter, "Just a cup of coffee."
Giving her the weirdest expression I've ever given to anyone, I strolled to the kitchen to get her some coffee, leaving Neha alone in the room with Ivan, who was glued to the television.
But why had Neha showed up at this hour of the day? It seemed, there was something not right with her. She was not okay.
Her eyes looked swollen, darker than usual.
I'd just poured coffee into the mugs ,when my phone rung again. This time it was a text.
Text from Neha:
"Hi Ishu, can you send me the notes or else Mrs Sharma will finish me tomorrow. Plzz."
Wait. If this was Neha. Who was the one in my living room?
I rushed to the living room as fast as I could.
My heart was beating fast. A lot faster than usual.
Thank God, my brother was safe. He was still glued to the television. But there was no Neha?
"Ivan! Where is Neha?" I burst out, with my voice filled with some strange sought of anxiety and desperation.
And Ivan's reply. It brought a chilling sensation swept through my body.
"Bhai?" said he, with a confused expression"What are you talking about?"
"What?" I burst open, "You do not know Neha? The girl who just visited our home. The one who was sitting here on the sofa. You saw her. Right?"
Giving me a more perplexed expression ,"No one visited the house today
And now it is you who should stop the nonsense" he answered and continued his song.
"It's raining...
O spirit of Mahrisha! Do not come here!
Do not come here!"
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