ISWARAN THE STORYTELLER
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- ONE MORNING WHEN MAHENDRA WAS HAVING BREAKFAST
- “Can I make something special for dinner tonight, sir?After all today is an auspicious day — according to tradition we prepare various delicacies to feed the spirits of our ancestors today, sir.”
- That night Mahendra enjoyed the most delicious dinner and complimented Iswaran on his culinary skills. He seemed very pleased but, unexpectedly, launched into a most garish accountinvolving the supernatural.
- “You know, sir, this entire factory area we are occupying was once a burial ground,I knew on the first day itself when I saw a human skull lying on the path. Even now I come across a number of skulls and bones,”I am not easily frightened by these things, sir. I am a brave fellow. But one horrible ghost of a woman which appears off and on at midnight during the full moon... It is an ugly creature with matted hair and a shrivelled face, like a skeleton holding a foetus in its arms.
- You are crazy, Iswaran. There are no such things asghosts or spirits. It is all a figment of your imagination. Get yourdigestive system examined — and maybe your head as well. Youare talking nonsense.
- He left the room and retired for the night, expecting Iswaran to sulk for a couple of days.One night, Mahendra was woken up from his sleep by a low moan close to his window
- Lowering himself to the level of the windowsill he lookedout at the white sheet of moonlight outside. There, not too faraway, was a dark cloudy form clutching a bundle. Mahendrabroke into a cold sweat and fell back on the pillow, panting.As he gradually recovered from the ghastly experience hebegan to reason with himself, and finally concluded that itmust have been some sort of auto suggestion, some trick thathis subconscious had played on him.
- By the time he had got up in the morning, had a bath and come out to have his breakfast, the horror of the previous nigh that faded from his memory. Iswaran greeted him at the door with his lunch packet and his bag. Just as Mahendra wasstepping out
- Sir, remember the other day when I was telling you about the female ghost with a foetus in its arms, you were so angry with me for imagining things?Well, you saw her yourself last night. I came running hearing the sound of moaning that was coming from your room..
- A chill went down Mahendra’s spine. He did not wait for Iswaran to complete his sentence. He hurried away to his office and handed in his papers, resolving to leave the haunted place the very next day!
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