It is the story of last winter. Most of the north India comes under dense fog in this time of year. I was on travel that time because of touring job. I was in the city of Varanasi of India. It is a beautiful city at the bank of holy river Ganga. Fog was so dense that nothing was clearly visible after 10 meter distance. I took the hotel near Ganga River from where one can see the beautiful flow of Ganga. My hotel was half empty because of the off-season.
I was staying in the room number 306. For the whole day I worked in the city and came back to the hotel in evening. However that evening had something special stored for me. I decided to watch TV inside my room as nothing was visible outside because of fog. It was 5:30 PM; suddenly some body knocks at my room’s door. I thought it must be the waiter of hotel who must had come for enquiring about the night’s dinner.
As I opened my room’s door to my surprise, I saw a beautiful lady standing in front of me.She was a beautiful woman in her late twenties. She was dressed up like traditional Indian married woman. Before I could ask her some thing, she told me that she wants to talk to me. I asked her to come inside the room. She sat in front of me on the chair. She told me that she was from Calcutta and just come to visit this place.
Her words found me some suspicious, as in India it is not safe for woman to travel alone and it is not practiced also. There are lot of cases happened daily in India, where people are made fool by the unsocial elements.I decided to listen to her more. She was really a beautiful woman and her voice had some unknown attraction. She told me that she was in desperate need of some one because she can not do it alone.
I asked her to be more specific. She told that she was running from her home, as her parents wanted to marry her with some one else, whom she didn’t love. She loved a man from this place and he had told her to come to this. However she was waiting him from the morning still nobody has turned up.I told her what I could do for her. She told me that you looked to me a good person; therefore I require your help to go to his house.
I did not know way, I got convinced with her words and decided to go with her. Inside-inside I had started liking her. We come out of the hotel and started journey towards the place. Fog was very dense and early night was also making it difficult to see. However she was walking very fast. I was only trying to follow her. After the ten minutes of walk some body hold my hand from the behind. I looked back it was an old man.
He told me where you are going, are you mad. I told him why? He told me you are running towards the deepest and fast flowing part of Ganga. Anybody who drowns their never come back. I told him what about the woman. “Who were you talking about? There was no one except you”, he told. Suddenly a fear runs through my whole body. Now I am able to hear the flow of Ganga. I thanked the old man and came back to my hotel. From the reception I enquired about the woman staying in the hotel.
He told me that there was no woman staying in the hotel. I told him the whole story. Then he told me that two years back a woman had stayed in room no 306 and done suicide at that point because her lover doesn’t turned up. He told me last year also two more people died at the same location, which was also staying in 306. However he was happy that he had not listened any this kind of news this year. I thanked to the God and in the early morning I came back to my city.
( A fictional Love story, written by me)
I was staying in the room number 306. For the whole day I worked in the city and came back to the hotel in evening. However that evening had something special stored for me. I decided to watch TV inside my room as nothing was visible outside because of fog. It was 5:30 PM; suddenly some body knocks at my room’s door. I thought it must be the waiter of hotel who must had come for enquiring about the night’s dinner.
As I opened my room’s door to my surprise, I saw a beautiful lady standing in front of me.She was a beautiful woman in her late twenties. She was dressed up like traditional Indian married woman. Before I could ask her some thing, she told me that she wants to talk to me. I asked her to come inside the room. She sat in front of me on the chair. She told me that she was from Calcutta and just come to visit this place.
Her words found me some suspicious, as in India it is not safe for woman to travel alone and it is not practiced also. There are lot of cases happened daily in India, where people are made fool by the unsocial elements.I decided to listen to her more. She was really a beautiful woman and her voice had some unknown attraction. She told me that she was in desperate need of some one because she can not do it alone.
I asked her to be more specific. She told that she was running from her home, as her parents wanted to marry her with some one else, whom she didn’t love. She loved a man from this place and he had told her to come to this. However she was waiting him from the morning still nobody has turned up.I told her what I could do for her. She told me that you looked to me a good person; therefore I require your help to go to his house.
I did not know way, I got convinced with her words and decided to go with her. Inside-inside I had started liking her. We come out of the hotel and started journey towards the place. Fog was very dense and early night was also making it difficult to see. However she was walking very fast. I was only trying to follow her. After the ten minutes of walk some body hold my hand from the behind. I looked back it was an old man.
He told me where you are going, are you mad. I told him why? He told me you are running towards the deepest and fast flowing part of Ganga. Anybody who drowns their never come back. I told him what about the woman. “Who were you talking about? There was no one except you”, he told. Suddenly a fear runs through my whole body. Now I am able to hear the flow of Ganga. I thanked the old man and came back to my hotel. From the reception I enquired about the woman staying in the hotel.
He told me that there was no woman staying in the hotel. I told him the whole story. Then he told me that two years back a woman had stayed in room no 306 and done suicide at that point because her lover doesn’t turned up. He told me last year also two more people died at the same location, which was also staying in 306. However he was happy that he had not listened any this kind of news this year. I thanked to the God and in the early morning I came back to my city.
( A fictional Love story, written by me)
A beautiful imagination ... Hey Arvind, we expect such more stories form U....
ReplyDeleteKeep Up the good work