Thirty years ago a Monday night changed my perspective about life completely.
I was with my two children, daughter 9 years old and son 7 years. My husband was out of station.
On Friday I had met with a friend who promised to visit my house on Monday.
On Saturday I got the news that she was burned to death while preparing dinner for her family.
It was the third case of death by burning in my life. My school friend then my sister-in-law and now this.
On Monday morning I woke up with a start. She was supposed to come today. The whole day I was thinking of her. I did all chores as if in a daze.
I was unable to sleep at night. Frankly, I was a bit scared. What if her soul comes?
I have always been scared of ghosts and spirits.
Children were fast asleep. Oblivious of my condition.I was perspiring profusely. I was thirsty but not able to get up and drink water.
I think when we reach the breaking point our conscious takeover and start reasoning.
I thought why I’m afraid of her. She was my friend. I loved her. She will do no harm to me.
I gathered courage, got up and went to the balcony. Sat there in a chair fully, prepared to welcome her soul.
Slowly I was becoming calm. I dozed off. The night passed quietly. Nothing happened.
The morning came with a new perspective. I was relieved of my fear of darkness and ghosts.
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Do ghost, witches, demons, angels and
Spirits really exist
Or, are they figment of imagination
Your faith is their strength
The reason for their existence
If you believe
They are everywhere
If you don’t
They are nowhere
