About an hour ago, me and my colleagues were in the cab, on our way back home. Ziauddin started a topic I am very interested in- "GHOSTS". He asked the cab driver Dattu about something or someone another cab driver had seen a week ago. And like most topics, this topic didn't intend on dying soon. With each ending story, started another one and this went on till we reached Panjagutta, where WE very religiously stop each day to have our early morning breakfast :D.. Oh, I realise it should be "very early morning breakfasts".
03:15 AM and we're done with our breakfast. We head to a nearby Irani cafe and order 5 cups of Irani tea, one with "extra malaai". And yeah, thats for me :P..
03:30 and we're done with our pre-bed tea also. For some reason, no one started the topic again. It was running in my mind since I've had quite some trysts with the supernatural.
Mine was the second drop and as usual, I got down on the main road and walk to my place, instead of having the cab drop me at my place. I call it a "Morning walk".
I was walking along, humming a tune. I've bad throat, so I wasn't singing. The entire lane was filled with dogs. It always is. But today, it was different. They were all awake and kinda alert. The topic was still running in my head and I wasn't scared. Not anymore!
I reached the turning towards my lane and there was this heap of sand. Someone was constructing an extra floor over there. I crossed this heap and a sudden chill surged from my toes to my ears. It was more like there was someone or something which was walking along with me. There was no sound, nor could I see anything. But, I felt a presence which intended no harm. It was more like it wanted to walk along, just like that!
I opened the apartment gate, walked along, went through the lawn and I could still feel it.
If only I could confirm its presence, I would have stopped and probably started a conversation. I reached the stairs and I then felt like someone was staring at me. It wasn't uneasy but it wasn't comfortable either. I don't know what it was or if there was anything at all. Whatever it was, it didn't want to mask its presence. It walked along at the same pace as I did and climbed the stairs just as I did.
I opened the door, untied my shoes, washed my face and went into the kitchen to get a bottle of water and I felt the same presence, this time in front of me. I felt very uneasy this time, because this is not where it stays or should stay.
I'm here, typing this post in my room-I feel its presence around and who knows? This thing probably is reading all that I type, over my shoulders.!!