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Fallen Prey to Paranormal Situation
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by Atasi Sen |
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But the moment the person dies, that eeriness as well as those weird feelings vanishes without leaving behind any trace of it. I feel relieved. As I have learned from different instances and situations from others, it is ‘after’ the death of a person that we might feel eerie, but for me it happens ‘before’ the demise. It all started when in August 1996, I newly arrived in Sharjah and it being a totally unknown place to me, I was too scared to move around alone. I found comfort at home, so never moved out if not with my husband. But one afternoon I felt such a discomfort, such an eerie chill ran down my spine (mind you I did not see or hear anyone or anything) that I for the first time stepped out of my home, all alone, out in the scorching, blazing summer heat of the overhead sun of Sharjah – helplessly unaware of what to do. It was such a traumatic phase, I went through. Where so ever I went, but I just couldn’t be at home and that’s it! I don’t know why but I couldn’t tell my husband about this incident at that point of time. Fearing that he might insist me to go back home, I sat there in a nearby park, under a date tree, the whole day.
Ooff! It was so hot! In the evening I returned to sit in the lobby of the apartment, waiting for my husband to return. Seeing me there, he too was astonished but I faked saying that I was there to surprise him. After returning home I got back the tranquil again. That evening, we received a call from Kolkata, from my parents breaking the news that my beloved Granny passed away that very afternoon, and later I could relate the hour of her termination. She was suffering from malaria and I was not informed of the ill health condition to keep me away from worries. My heart skipped a beat and I swirled around to find nothing behind me. Horrified, I somehow managed to take the keys and ran to my neighbor's house, only to return after my husband was back. I narrated the incident to my husband but he only laughed at it. I felt quite humiliated and that night I had made up my mind not to feel afraid the next day. The next day too the inkling situation lingered, but I tried to dispense it with blasting music and gardening. I also invited a few of my friends for lunch. They stayed till nightfall and by the time they were gone my hubby was back too. But all this while of fun-filled activities I failed to ignore the ethereal presence. The next day seemed miraculously bright. All the worries gone, I felt an ambience of peace and emancipation. But then what I have learnt from my past experiences also ticked behind the back of my mind. But then without further justification I called up my mother to know from her how my Mama was doing? She asked me to guess. From what I have learned from my previous experiences, I told her that I thought he was no more. I was banged to realize that my forewarning was valid. He passed away the night before. I was very upset and wept the whole day, but did not sense the company of any unearthly being any more. I did not even feel the fear of any ghost after the death of Mamu. After this incident I resided in Jordan for another couple of years but never again felt such paranormal situation. I ignored that incident until soon one evening I was in my room painting a piece of art. My Ma had gone to her friend’s home with my son and only Papa was at home. It was the hot month of May so the AC was on and so my door was shut. All of a sudden I heard a knock on the door. I thought it to be my Papa and so asked him to come in. After a little while again there was a knock. So I had to come out thinking Papa couldn’t hear me. But there was no one there! Sparing my room the rest of the rooms were in total darkness. Switching on the corridor light I went to my Papa’s room to find nobody there. When I neared the main entrance, I found his home slippers near the shoe-rack. That means he was not at home. I thought may be he couldn’t hear me from the other side of the door and so went out. But then what is it that he wanted to tell me? I called him up on his cell. He said that he knew I was busy with the painting stuff and so he had left for the evening walk quite some time ago, without even disturbing me. And he definitely did not knock the door! That very evening, pretty late I received a call from my friend that his father breathed his last breath a little while ago. After a long gap I was to reconnect with her. I dialed her number excitedly. Her husband answered from the other end. When I asked for my friend, he shocked me with the news that my friend Khadejah was no more! She suffered a death from cancer a year back. I was deeply grief-stricken. All these days, never a day passed when I did not remember her. May be far away from my sight, but very near to my heart she resided. I never again contacted her after I left Jordan but I could never think that she would have died so young. When actually she no more, she reigned in my heart, hail and hearty. It was a real blow to my mind. After a few days I just sat to relate the last spectral event with the news of my friend’s death. I was stunned to correlate that it was during that stressful period of my last mental turmoil that Khadejah departed from this life. What do you have to say about this? |
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