My Very Own Casper-The Friendly Ghost..

Living alone for most part of my life so far has given me chance to experience a plethora of situations and events. If some day I decide to jot them down it may well take up a form of a book.Each time I recollect the experiences I wonder in amazement at the sheer variety that they have offered.

A swiltering hot afternoon of July in Delhi. The sky started getting overcast and in no time it felt as if a blanket of darkness was slowly engulfing everything. The window started banging so fiercely that I had the fear that my glass pane may come crashing down anytime.Within ten minutes the first monsoon showers started pouring heavily drenching every corner of the perched up earth beneath.Naked kids could be seen dancing on the terrace and the women of the household's welcomed the season by partly letting the rain run through their shapeless contours.The smell of the wet earth that rose slowly was a refreshing change to the senses from the loo that was blowing even 4 hours earlier.

I decided it was a day to have nothing but hot watery Kichidi with a huge omlette to compliment my satanic taste buds...A good hour and a half past by the time I prepared and had it to the contenment of my hungry soul, the temperature dropped by atleast a couple of degrees and just the fan revolving over my head was enough to keep the room cool.I laid down with a book and began turning its pages often peeping outside to see the kids still playing in the rain which by now had become a drizzle. Within five minutes my eyes started feeling heavy and trying to keep awake was a herculean task to me. I had to blame the lunch that I devoured fifteen minutes back for forcing me to take a quick nap and the weather was too good to even resist and I ultimately gave in to the temptation.

I woke up in between to pull a sheet over me as the temperature further decreased.I had no idea how long I was in my slumber but when I woke up I had cold sweat running down my spine.I dismissed it as a bad dream that I must have seen.But repeated encounters of it and even when I was awake made me believe that it is something that cannot be ignored or brushed aside jokingly.

I will just narrate my first days experience instead of telling you what I went through every day

as that will make this too long.While I kept sleeping I suddenly felt the mattress of my bed slightly sinking the way it sinks when someone comes over and sits.I did not bother much and thought I was dreaming.Slowly I found my sheet being slowly pulled and I was being pushed as if someone was trying to make room for himself in the bed.My left side got considerably heavy and I was unable to move. I kept sending silent prayers not knowing what to do or how to react.After few minutes everything was back to normalcy.I woke up my throat dried up and goose bumps all over.It took quite a while to get back to my own self.I thought of what had happened but could only relate it to some bad dream sequence and nothing else.

But that was not all as from then on I started encountering this sequence every now and then some times as frequent as once in two days.I slowly stared feeling that it cant be a dream or a mere figment of my imagination but had something to do with the beings of other world.Later my belief got fortified when one night a steel bowl was thrown twice from the kitchen to my living room even after I had picked it up and kept it away.

I had got myself no harm done from the so called spirit and hence from that day whenever I narrate my this patrticular experience to anyone I call him my very "Own Casper-The friendly Ghost"...