Posting
something in my blog after a very very long time. As such I perpetually feel
too lazy. And after I have started to stay in the hostel I don’t have anything
better to do but to daydream about going
back home. But the incident which happened yesterday made me so ‘excited’ that
I couldn’t resist myself to share it with you all and make my dormant blog a
little active :) …..
Previous night I went to one of my friend’s room. It was
around 11o’clock when I stepped out of her room.
As I got ready to descend the
stairs I heard some footsteps coming from the
terrace against the background noise of a tin door banging tirelessly. I
just casually looked up to see who was coming down. And what did I see???? A
headless lady in a flowing white dress walking slowly.
Now the lenses of my thick framed glasses, which can
endure my weight even when I accidentally sit on it, have unfortunately become
scratched beyond vision. So I thought maybe I was facing some kind of a technical
glitch :D !! I decided to look more closely as the lady descended but in vain.
But still I could not see any head! It naturally scared the hell out of me.
I
panicked and at once turned back and began to hurry down the stairs.
In the meantime the lady starting shouting from back ….. “Don’t
run….This is just a face pack”. I felt a little relieved but still was a little
apprehensive of turning back. My heart had forgotten how to beat for that
fraction of secs.. More so because even after deciding to fulfill the exercise
of finding the head for the second time, I had failed. Anyways I looked back
and was extremely happy to locate her head at last. I think it was the happiest
moment of my life :D
What I’m thinking is that what would have happened if the
girl hadn’t called me from back. I would have thought all my life that I had
really seen a headless ghost that night…..
