ETERNAL BOND (STORY )

Three years flew away, now it was again the time for transfer. This time posting for Shirin’s husband was in Udaipur. Shirin was happy as they were shifting to a tourist place. As the official township was far from city, they started searching a house in the city. Out of the best five searched, they liked a twin duplex, located in Hiranmagri, the most. This was like a dream house, with a small but nice garden with lots of mango trees and an orchid at the backyard. The interiors were good.The adjoining duplex was vacant. It was simply love at first sight.

But the people at office were suspicious as the twin duplex had been vacant since long. Later they came up with the fact that in the adjoining house a lady had committed suicide and people could see or hear her in that house often, so out of fear no one had occupied this house .
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Shirin was a strong and brave lady and she never believed in all this ghost tales. She firmly said that they will occupy the house as that house was not haunted. Her husband agreed with her.

The first week, Shirin was very busy shifting, settling and arranging the house. The kids got busy with their new school and her husband with his new office. Shirin got friendly with some of her neighbours, they all told her about Sapna, the lady who had hanged herself in her adjoining duplex, a very pretty and good lady, her husband went on official tour, came back and saw her hanging from ceiling fan. They were a happy couple. She left a note that no one was to be blamed. A mystery unsolved…

Next week, bit relaxed, Shirin sat down with her cup of coffee, in the swing of her portico. Out of curiosity, she peeped to look at the other house and found a big lock at the door.

The breeze gave her the excitement to think about her shopping list and the places she can visit, in this beautiful city. Checking out the list mentally, she went to the kitchen to keep the coffee mug. There she could hear the mixie running and could hear the voices of utensils as if someone was preparing dinner in the next kitchen.
The kids and her husband came back, but she didn’t tell anyone, as she wanted enough proof before disclosing.

Morning she could hear the same voices again. It was a new experience for her, but as she was a daring lady, while preparing lunch, she tapped the kitchen wall and asked,” Friend, what are you cooking?”
Suddenly all the voices ceased. After few minutes Shirin tapped again and said,”See, I am making Rajma Chawal today, what’s your menu?”

And Shirin could smell Dal, Chawal and Alu Gobhi ki sabji. “Oh yes, I can smell them all, but why don’t you talk with me?”

And the first time, Shirin could hear,”Are you not scared of me?”

“No Sapna, I am not, because I know you can’t harm anyone. Will you be my friend?”
No reply came but Shirin got a friend. She didn’t tell her husband about Sapna as he will be worried.
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Sapna knew everything, ask her about the best shopping destination, best school, best locality nearby, not only that, Sapna was a good cook, good singer and Phd in Geophysics.

Shirin started sharing with her, all her fantasies, problems, views, fears, expectations, dreams…and what not, knowing very well that Sapna was a ghost.
The chemistry between them was so strong that an intelligent lady like Shirin, started believing her as real. Sapna also shared with her many things except the fact, why she committed suicide.

One lazy afternoon, the landlord of the house rang the doorbell. Shirin somehow never liked that cunning faced, mean looking fellow, but she went to open the door out of courtesy. As she was about to open door, she heard Sapna’s firm voice,”Don’t open the door.”

“But why?”

“Never open the door for him, when you are alone, tell your husband to tell the landlord very firmly, only to come, in his presence.”

Surprised, Sirin didn’t open the door, but her intelligent mind started joining the clues and she came to the conclusion that the landlord had something to do with Sapna’s suicide. “Sapna, tell me, please tell me the truth, is this man, responsible for your death? I need to know. I can put him behind bars. Please, if you really consider me as your friend, tell me.”

Shirin was shocked to know that she was correct. She charged Sapna,” You were a highly educated lady, you could had dragged him to court, could had put him behind bars, leave all this, you could had shouted, screamed and could had gathered the crowd, you are not that weak, you could had hurt that man, why Sapna, why you had to kill yourself ?”

“I was not that strong as you, I got scared, I didn’t tell my husband also, I didn’t want our families to suffer humiliation because of me,” sobbed Sapna.

Shirin’s husband was stunned to hear all this, but he promised to help her, as he had strong political contacts. With help of Sapna, all his illegal activities and the list of females harassed by him was made and the landlord was behind bars within four months. Need not to say Sapna’s name was not there in the list.

Shirin took another firm decision that she will perform ‘shanti puja’ for Sapna, so that her wandering soul can rest in peace.
Sapna told that she can never hear her if the puja is done. Shirin decided to be a true friend and let Sapna’s soul rest in peace.

The day of puja all the neighbours gather, Shirin stole some time to get in and talk with her friend for the last time. They both wept together for the last time, Shirin wished her a new birth.

Next day morning, the deep silence from the adjoining duplex, made Shirin very sad, but she was happy that her friend was no more a bewildered spirit. Shirin started a campaign where the girls were taught to be self protective and self defensive.
Six months later, Shirin’s husband was shifted to Madhya pradesh. Shirin carried with her, her friend forever, in her memories. Good friends are like stars…you don’t see them but you know they are always there…

Do you believe in ghosts or wandering souls? If yes, this story is for you and if no, then also this story is for you, as it is a real story. Quest for emancipation, quest to unshackle is such a topic which has no end…
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18 thoughts on “ETERNAL BOND (STORY )

  1. I do believe in such stories……they have an element of truth…..its erroneous to brand ghost stories as myth…rather to have accepted simply that ghosts do exist is logically true…….in physics we accept that darkness is black instead of white…..since no light travels from that matter towards us….so absence of light is darkness……now if we extrapolate this for life after death…then there is assured possibility of liberated soul or that who has been denied salvation. ……so what life would be after this mundane life……..We may speculate it with rebirth or whatever……..We are not having developed fraternity for occult sciences…..rather it’s pursuit itself is quite unacceptable and unfathomable for man with ordinary intellect….. …holy spirits and bad spirits do have to exist then……We aren’t aware when we may encounter such goodness or badness from any entity. …….The worst thing is fear…which is very often…….but I am not a shaman yet I do agree that there is a possibility of such entities. Y it shouldn’t be so……such instances have been reportedly heard after some long gaps………thus proving status of such bewildered spirits anyone can confirm his doubts subjected to his inquisitiveness n drive. I mean very few study their own requirements. ….then this ghostly fact is tagged with fear n horror. Now if we generalise the psyche for having vengeance then we can conclude some past agonies….so y it can’t b with living dead or with souls who couldn’t attain salvation. ……

    In this story this spirit helped living entity yet didn’t harm the culprit directly. ……I mean this may prove her nobility. ……but but but Gita has delivered the sermon on life…….. so I comfortably deduce that we all may never encounter such tryst. ….it may b again some God’s planning……

    If we believe an appliance can do some activities for us then y not such shackled spirits do something for us……

    UR STORY TELLS US THE WISDOM FOR SUCH ENCOUNTERS WHICH SHOULD NEVER BE SCARING TO US……EVEN IF WE GET POSSESSED BY THEM…..WE HAVE OUR SANITY TO REMAIN FREE OR GET THEM ON RIGHT TRACK

    I KNOW SIMPLY THAT INNOCENCE N SIMPLICITY PAYS….ELSE IF WE TRY TO BE SMART WE MAY GET OUT SMARTER BY SOMEONE ELSE CERTAINLY

    shirin was noble n her nobility brought goodness…..shirin too practiced ur precepts. ….happiness. ..n she did by liberating an incarcerated soul

    RIP SAPNA

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  2. I have lived in Udaipur n that too in hiranmagri for eight beautiful years Sapna became a part of my fantasy as I was reading between the lines How I wished that she was alive🙏RIP Sapna True friends are forever!!!!!! Beautiful story rather journey I would say🌺

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  3. Really a beautiful story.True friends are forever.Sometimes we can’t see them but they are always with us. Sapna is one of them. I loved this story. Thank u.

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  4. Very nice story.bahut acha laga shirin dare karke uski dost ki problem suljha saki.kitne ladkiyon ko aise landlord jaise logon ki chungal se bacha payi.good friends r really stars.u r a star for me no sutapu

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  5. A friendship becomes eternal only when it is tested by distress,need and time. In the story not only Sirin but also Sapna has passed through the test of friendship.If she had not warned shirin about the impending serpent in the guise of the landlord ….God knows what would have happened ! Thematically both the characters complement each other.A very beautiful ghost story teaching the human qualities when these qualities are becoming ghostly in reality.

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