Bhabesh, is in his easy chair, sitting in his room, flipping the pages of a book. He seems disturbed. What has caused him this disturbance?
After much effort, he shuts the book violently, and keeps it away from himself. What was he searching?
Bhabesh was a young man of 25 with lady-killer looks. He was tall, dark and handsome. He preferred to keep a fuller beard, which suited him well. He had a broad jaw-line, and wore spectacles of broad super-black frame. He was an avid book-reader.
An author by passion, Bhabesh, having finished his masters in the field of English literature, was pursuing his research, in his area of interest; comparative world literatures written in English. He was closest to his brother, Aditya. Since childhood, Bhabesh had seen a lot in his family. He felt neglected, due to constant marital disputes between his parents.
Whatever, he achieved in his life, was due to his persistent efforts, which never ran away from him, in any other direction, than that he willed. But still, Bhabesh was a disturbed child. To a lot of his known, he seemed, a specially abled person. Actually, to be brutally honest, we all are special. We all carry, within ourselves, a powerhouse of tremendous potentials. But, fortunately or unfortunately, some get hold of this find, some keep believing in the things that the world, makes us see in its light.
Aditya, this book, isn’t letting me inside. Isn’t it strange?
What is strange, dear brother?
Is it not obvious, that there is no supernatural in this book!
You are talking supernatural, this certainly is strange!
There is nothing as such.
Bhabesh gets furious over this disbelieving attitude of Aditya, and starts in a rudeness.
Whatever is going, in this world, right at this moment, isn’t it supernatural? Isn’t it Gothic? Isn’t it spooky; the power of this devil, the ghosts of Covid-19?
After a few deep breadths, Aditya, resumes.
Whatever you are talking about is going over my head.
Would you kindly calm down, brother?
And, stop speaking such, nonsense.
These bouncers won’t work with me. I’m smarter than you think you are and I am. You can’t get over me.
Above me, there is no one, below me, there is no one. If there is Brahma, then I shall believingly say to you, ‘Aham Brahmasmi’…
‘What are you talking about, Aditya?’ interrupted Bhabesh in a rush.
‘What are you, talking about, brother? There is no existence of ghosts!’ exclaimed Aditya.
As soon as he said this, the lights of the room went out.
And, much to the dismay, when the lights returned into the room, after five seconds, the scene was tragic.
Bhabesh lay, gaping above, and Aditya was nowhere to be found, alive or dead. The only easy chair in the room, other than that of Bhabesh, placed in front of him, was absolutely vacant. There was no-one. At least, not anyone living.
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