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Story: The son of Darkness
I wrote the story today and posting it here.
All the characters are fictitious and if any respected person find any similarity that is simply unintentional , and coincidental, I apologise before hand for all this.
The Son of Darkness
The big old mansion was standing like a giant rock in the dark. May who first encounter him will make a mistake seeing a solid 'Dark'. But after his eyes get used in Darkness he can differ it from darkness, the broken gate and the white marble statue and the man made fountain that one day gushed water but no more now, with impression of the broken big windows hanging from the upper stories, the broken doors and the wild in obedient jungle caresses him like his mother.This not only generates melancholy to the heart of the passerby but mixed with fear,and I in that world of darkness roaming now like a 'Solitary Bird ' moving freely from stairs to stairs and door to door, no fear, that word has been erased from my mind many days ago as my memory goes far, people tend to avoid this place after night but I am little different from all.
Today the 25th May, the day is different of any other days, sky is gloomy and cloudy it's raining all day long with wind blowing and sometimes rain is picking up and some times it is getting slower,with evening ventures into , and this area in the village of Purulia like many other villages in the parts of our country where electricity can not find its place ,and the road is not developed and harsh terrains , rain makes it difficult get in the village by foot, the trucks and the car moves through the glittering National Highway which is nearby is the glimpse of modern civilisation only. Only an old way which takes a turn near the Highway makes an entry to the village but is half built and work abandoned long ago. The area where the road lost its way and stopped lies the mansion, where am I now, outside and the first entry of the village. In the ocean of dark , I saw a ray of light coming from some where from the mansion, with being curious I moved on there with ease in darkness, as human beings are rare here, and I like others like company of them.
It was from first room of the ground floor of the mansion, beside the room passes by the long old corridor. The old door was open and a big candle was spreading light from floor. I was standing in front of the room, and more amusing that the light never trembles often in this high wind, though air passing through the room however they made the windows closed. Now , I look into the occupants of the room. There are two gentlemen and two ladies. All are young whilst the men were all in their thirties (I presume) and the ladies are in 20s. With most attractive and beautiful lady supposedly youngest ever them all, are now trying to open a Rucksack which is tied by a nylon rope. My sudden appearance in the room made them little surprised.
- May I come in ? I asked politely.
- Oh, yes please do.
The girl trying to open the knot was in her knees now stopped opening the backpack and looking towards me.She was of very fair complexion with scorching beauty mixed with softness,her hair touching her soldier, dressed with blue jeans and white shirt with sleeves fold and a pair of trekking shoes. She welcomes me.I realised she was amused a little bit seeing me.
The other gentle men in their casual ware looked towards me with little curiosity , they look quite gentle in their face but somebody looks through their eyes they are experienced lot, with only other lady having a book in her hand looks me with indifferent eyes.She was in dark complexion and a average face , may be in her late 20s. She was wearing Saree and a jacket on. The men were all in their pull overs.One thing, I forgot to mention this area always keeps cold in the evening and naturally lot cooler in this evening. All of them seating in the floor on newspapers as the cover from cold floor.
Older one with his spectacles on and mustache said:
- Please seat down, and relax .
I sat down with my leg stretched.
-Thanks.
The older lady asked:
- Where are you from, you are quite drenched already ! Needs heat, sorry we have no extra clothes.We are stranded .
-I can see that. Thanks for your generosity! I am from nearby.
-Oh! I see , you are dressed quite well but little old fashioned.
- Where are you guys coming from?
- Kolkata, we are returning there.Other man in his early thirties answered, both of the men are well built and this one with his face shaved and looked younger he has no specs on.
- We were for trekking here, Ayodhya Pahar.We all have rock climbing certificates, the youngest of them, the girl who was opening the rucksack quipped.
- Hmm.., understood, where are those equipments?
- Left in the Tata Sumo ,along other three rucksack and sleeping bags.And that jerk driver went his village home with the Sumo, saying that this mansion is haunted. He will come only tomorrow early in morning.Thankfully we have left with food and water.
- Sweta, are you finished yet? Why taking time, if you can not please let me do it. The other lady interrupted.
-Bishakha , why are you scolding your sister? She is only 22 now.The gentleman with spectacle said softly.
-Look Jamaibabu(Sister's husband), Didi is scolding me.
Sweta was really trying hard, but the knot was tight enough not opening.
-Why you are not using a knife ? I quipped .
-It is in the car. This candle belongs to the Driver and he gifted us for tonight. Sweta answered while trying.
Suddenly she lost her balance and fell down on her back in the floor, lying down there and giggled,
- Look, Didi, a piece of rope made me knocked down.
- Idiot, her sister answered.
Sensing some trouble may erupt I concentrated my mind to the rope, with fixing my eyes to it, I can do it, it needs little concentration...
Sweta was getting up, and Bishakha preparing to come for giving a try, the rope suddenly sprung open of its own and fell on the legs of Sweta.
They were surprised but not frightened.
- Did you see that guys! Sweta said with surprise evident in her voice.
- Isn't it uncanny.., the rope opened up on its own and the candle light is not trembling though here is wind. What to say Mr.?
- Anindya , you all can call me 'Ani' by short.
- Ok Ani.
- I think every thing is now good for you all, if you take the mansion haunted , it really likes you guys , that's why it is co operating with you.
- I don't have time to hear this crap. Bishakha said.
I chose not to answer her.
- Sweta please bring out food, and make them hot in the candle light.
Bishakha Ordered, and staring to me she said:
- Ani, you will have to dine with us. You are our guest.
- Thanks but I have no intention to eat. I don't need to eat, I mean I'm full all ready.
Sweta looks her watch, it was 8 PM now.
- Why Ani Da, Don't mind if I call you Dada (Big Brother,suffixed as 'Da' after name of a person). Actually I have no Dada.
- No problem, you can, nobody ever called me as 'Dada' for many days.
- Ani, you look younger, are you married ? Bishakha asked.
- No, did not had time .
- He He , Sweta gigled again while bringing out the canned food.
- Hey here are torchlight and big knife also ! She exclaimed in joy.
- Have you got the tin cutter ? Bishakha asked.
- Wmm.., let me see........No!
- Pathetic.
- Well press gently on the top of the cans by the knife you got , they will open.
I said softly.
- How are you so sure? Sweta pass over the cans and knife to me.Her Jamaibabu said.
- No, let me try what Ani Da have said.
She bent in her knees and stroked lightly on the top of the first can with knife , with a cracking sound the first one opened,she took on the others one by one and all co operated with her.
She looked to me with joyful face.
- That's great Ani Da.
Bishakha and other two are now surprised a lot. Sweta was relaxed.
- Let's get all warm, Ani Da you should have some.
- No Sis, thanks.
They made them warm , and happy for having meal after wasting a lot time in that restless night. Sweta came to me with two hot cans and said,
- Ani Da take these.
- What are these ?
- Canned meat and canned Soup.They smell excellent.
I was having no smell at all, neither I having feel of hunger though I have not eaten anything.
- Sorry, I can not, Don't mind.
- Why!!!
- No, nothing Sis, you can not understand.
- Ok..,what to say.
- Please don't mind , I can not eat them.
They ate joyfully,with satisfaction of quality of the food. I was feeling happy, seeing their smiling face. Sweta ate seating beside me.They washed their hand and face with water they have with them outside the room.
- What to do with cans , let me dump them out side the mansion. Sweta said.
- No. keep those here, don't ever try to venture here alone at night.I said calmly.
- Huh?
- Yes this is my advice to you for tonight, and please don't go out side the room, if not needed badly.
There were pin dropped silence as if I made a gross mistake.
Sweta broke the silence first,
-Are you ordering us ?
- No,how can I order you, this is an advice, and following that rests only on your jurisdiction.
- Sweta, Bishakha said," I think he is right, there may be anything poisonous in the compound, may be snake or insects we need not get outside in the night."
- Ok.., she was calming down very quickly.
- Well time for me now to bid you good bye.
- Why will you go alone, I will accompany you Ani Da. I have torch.
- Not needed , I am used to it. I will make round in the mansion.
- Wow, how funny , in this rough weather and in this ruins,
- Please make the door closed.
I was standing now preparing for leave.
- Wait, I'll go with you to see the mansion.
- What??? all were surprised.
I was stunned.
- No, sorry, I can not take you with me.
- Sweta don't be crazy. The younger man yelled.
- Who are you to dictate my terms? Sweta shouted back. 'You are Suman Da's brother and try to be remain so.'
- Sweta , Listen to me , her Brother-in-law try to explain.'Anil please will you keep quiet?' He said his brother, who just had yelled.
- Suman Da just tell your brother not to dictate terms on me and be on his limit.
- I am in no need to give advice to a arrogant disobedient kid. Anil's face turning red in anger.
- Sweta stop all these, Bishakha shouted.
- I'll go with him, I'm an adult you can not force me.
Everything went bad, I was not enjoying this certainly.
- Well, I'm going with him at my own risk. She suddenly tore a piece of Tissue Paper roll and write down in with a pencil quickly,taking the wall as support.
' I'm Sweta Ray, with full knowledge and in presence of all I am declaring that I am going to explore this haunted mansion, by own risk, and if anything bad happens to me or my death occurs no body will be responsible - Sweta Ray, 25.5.2009, Purulia.'
- Take this Didi. She handed it to Bishakha, who was shell shocked.
I could not speak a word.
- Well Ani Da , lets go, Sweta said in Victorious Voice.
- You are all witness to this , I said in fatigued voice.
- Ok, what can I say, Bishakha answered.'She is an adult'
- Well , Sweta , take your torch and knife with you', I was still hoping that she would still change her mind.
- Ok., Didi please keep the door closed'. She burnt down my hope.
They looked pale, Sweta closed the door from outside. She was taller than any other average Bengali girl, about 5'7" tall, however, still shorter than me, I am almost 6 feet.
Leaning on the wall in the Corridor , she spoke with torch in her hand,one arm folded -'now tell me the story'?
-What Story?
- Story related to this mansion, That Driver, what his name was.....umm...ok, Budhan, I got it, he was telling me. A sad story , the untimely death of the young hire of this mansion. He met with accident while returning..and his spirit roams here.
I was appreciating her, she is really brave.
- Hmm., and it is 25th May, I started walking ' The exact date he met with his fatal accident forty years ago.He comes back in the mansion' regularly in this very day'
- What was his name?
- Anindya Bose
- You are also 'Anindya'? Are you that Anindya Mitra, and trying to scare me 'woooooooo'?
I was not answering she can not understand what Pain Anindya suffered mentally.
- Why did you stop?
- Oh, well, everybody said he was a jewel student. He was topper in B.Tech and got offer from a Multi National Company, only hire in the business man family with a uncle as Guardian of his. Tragic part that he has a beautiful educated Fiancee, 'Amrita'.
- Beautiful than me, Ani Da, I am joking!Don't mind.
- Yes, you are more beautiful but not Amrita.
- Hmm.., you must have seen her photograph when you were little boy.
- As I said, Amrita, she was from lower caste, and his uncle was against all, Anindya went against him, and decided to marry Amrita as early as possible. Inter-caste marriage was rare in those days, and Anindya made all arrangements , did not go for family business and found a prestigious job in a reputed firm in Kolkata and arranged for a Company rented flat. Transferred all his share to uncle, against his uncle's will. But..
- But.. What?
- He could not realise 'Amrita' was nearing the end of her life, she had been diagnosed with blood cancer in an advanced stage. Amrita concealed him everything even her parents did not know!She had her blood tested once she was in Kolkata. Anindya learnt in that day when he arranged for marriage registry, he got the medical report of her by accident. He was dumb struck, a bolt from blue, struck him, Amrita was his inspiration, he could not lose her.He was returning at that very night on 25th May with his motorbike speeding on, and unmindful , his mind mourning with pain of loss he was going to suffer..
- Then?
- He could not see the headlights of the truck and sound of horn, when he noticed it was too late.., he tried pass over , but find a young boy in front of his motor bike, to save him, went other way, but he did not realise there was a deep pit , the motor bike plunged, he threw himself from the motor bike only to find his head struck fatally in stone, young man died instantly even not realising that he is dying.He was only 25 years then.
- What happened to Amrita ?
- She died exactly a week later.
- What happened to uncle? Her voice trembling, voice was chocked , she is in her tears I could understand.
- Well , he was dumb struck, could not talk for few days, only tear used to come out from his eyes. Can you see that room? That was Anindya's ...' I pointed a closed door room in the corridor, 'Anindya spent his last days of his in that room. Uncle used to visit the place and cry like child before Anindya's photograph.He died just 6 months ago in Kolkata. He was in his 90s. However, his son used to visit here, but decided to destroy this mansion, it will be for a noble cause, there will be a Hospital here.I am really proud of him'.
I continued....
-Did you see the half done road?
- Yes
- Anindya started the project self funding from their estate to make the village well communicated, that stopped all after his death, but now work will be started again", I was joyful.
- That's great.She again spoke- Ani Da can you show me the room ?
- What Room?
- Anindya Bose's room?
- No, you should not go there. Let's return. This is my advice again.
- I'm adult please don't dictate me. I told this earlier.
- Oh! Well what do you do?
- A Chartered Accountant by profession, time will be wasted, so , please come with me I'll open the room.
I followed her reluctantly.
she reached the room, lighting the torch, there was no lock in the room , but door was old but well maintained and clean perhaps the hire of the Bose family visits regularly here.
She opened the room, the door opened with ease. I was just standing behind her. she pointed the torch every where, the room furnished with chair Table but are cleaned regularly as some body visits the room frequently.
- The care taker lives nearby home, he cleans only the room ,I explained her.
- Hmm..,well .... suddenly she stopped, her torch enlightens a Photograph hung from the wall, she is now frightened really.She is grasping and trembling.
- H-Help , Please some body help me! She screamed as loud as she can, that echoed every where in mansion.
She collapsed her eyes closed and fell down on her back on the floor.I leaned to her, I became assured , she only lost her consciousness, she is alive breathing..,I said softly..
-Sister, you will forget everything what happened tonight , I am doing this for your good, you will not recall anything about me or this mansion.
She with her stunning look lying on her back unconscious there, legs folded,torch lighting resting in a angle and points to a large photograph hanging from the wall. A black and white photograph. It was of me.
Under the photograph there is written 'Anindya Bose'.
Two dates were written under the Photograph ,with an exact gap of 25 years between them. Last date was of reading 25th May , 40 years ago.
I do not frighten anybody, this is against my nature,Sweta came her own, I love this world, this human beings, all, as I , Anindya Bose used to love them 40 years ago. I am hearing the foot steps, jostling, running to wards this room, I can hear Bishakha's voice, coming nearer, calling Sweta's name, now they will be frightened and Sweta will regain her consciousness , will not recall me or the mansion. I can not bear frightening scream.
I will have to descend to darkness, where I belong to, I am the son of Darkness, son of the other world, whom the human could not see or feel.
Good Bye Sister..........Good Bye all...........
I wrote the story today and posting it here.
All the characters are fictitious and if any respected person find any similarity that is simply unintentional , and coincidental, I apologise before hand for all this.
The Son of Darkness
The big old mansion was standing like a giant rock in the dark. May who first encounter him will make a mistake seeing a solid 'Dark'. But after his eyes get used in Darkness he can differ it from darkness, the broken gate and the white marble statue and the man made fountain that one day gushed water but no more now, with impression of the broken big windows hanging from the upper stories, the broken doors and the wild in obedient jungle caresses him like his mother.This not only generates melancholy to the heart of the passerby but mixed with fear,and I in that world of darkness roaming now like a 'Solitary Bird ' moving freely from stairs to stairs and door to door, no fear, that word has been erased from my mind many days ago as my memory goes far, people tend to avoid this place after night but I am little different from all.
Today the 25th May, the day is different of any other days, sky is gloomy and cloudy it's raining all day long with wind blowing and sometimes rain is picking up and some times it is getting slower,with evening ventures into , and this area in the village of Purulia like many other villages in the parts of our country where electricity can not find its place ,and the road is not developed and harsh terrains , rain makes it difficult get in the village by foot, the trucks and the car moves through the glittering National Highway which is nearby is the glimpse of modern civilisation only. Only an old way which takes a turn near the Highway makes an entry to the village but is half built and work abandoned long ago. The area where the road lost its way and stopped lies the mansion, where am I now, outside and the first entry of the village. In the ocean of dark , I saw a ray of light coming from some where from the mansion, with being curious I moved on there with ease in darkness, as human beings are rare here, and I like others like company of them.
It was from first room of the ground floor of the mansion, beside the room passes by the long old corridor. The old door was open and a big candle was spreading light from floor. I was standing in front of the room, and more amusing that the light never trembles often in this high wind, though air passing through the room however they made the windows closed. Now , I look into the occupants of the room. There are two gentlemen and two ladies. All are young whilst the men were all in their thirties (I presume) and the ladies are in 20s. With most attractive and beautiful lady supposedly youngest ever them all, are now trying to open a Rucksack which is tied by a nylon rope. My sudden appearance in the room made them little surprised.
- May I come in ? I asked politely.
- Oh, yes please do.
The girl trying to open the knot was in her knees now stopped opening the backpack and looking towards me.She was of very fair complexion with scorching beauty mixed with softness,her hair touching her soldier, dressed with blue jeans and white shirt with sleeves fold and a pair of trekking shoes. She welcomes me.I realised she was amused a little bit seeing me.
The other gentle men in their casual ware looked towards me with little curiosity , they look quite gentle in their face but somebody looks through their eyes they are experienced lot, with only other lady having a book in her hand looks me with indifferent eyes.She was in dark complexion and a average face , may be in her late 20s. She was wearing Saree and a jacket on. The men were all in their pull overs.One thing, I forgot to mention this area always keeps cold in the evening and naturally lot cooler in this evening. All of them seating in the floor on newspapers as the cover from cold floor.
Older one with his spectacles on and mustache said:
- Please seat down, and relax .
I sat down with my leg stretched.
-Thanks.
The older lady asked:
- Where are you from, you are quite drenched already ! Needs heat, sorry we have no extra clothes.We are stranded .
-I can see that. Thanks for your generosity! I am from nearby.
-Oh! I see , you are dressed quite well but little old fashioned.
- Where are you guys coming from?
- Kolkata, we are returning there.Other man in his early thirties answered, both of the men are well built and this one with his face shaved and looked younger he has no specs on.
- We were for trekking here, Ayodhya Pahar.We all have rock climbing certificates, the youngest of them, the girl who was opening the rucksack quipped.
- Hmm.., understood, where are those equipments?
- Left in the Tata Sumo ,along other three rucksack and sleeping bags.And that jerk driver went his village home with the Sumo, saying that this mansion is haunted. He will come only tomorrow early in morning.Thankfully we have left with food and water.
- Sweta, are you finished yet? Why taking time, if you can not please let me do it. The other lady interrupted.
-Bishakha , why are you scolding your sister? She is only 22 now.The gentleman with spectacle said softly.
-Look Jamaibabu(Sister's husband), Didi is scolding me.
Sweta was really trying hard, but the knot was tight enough not opening.
-Why you are not using a knife ? I quipped .
-It is in the car. This candle belongs to the Driver and he gifted us for tonight. Sweta answered while trying.
Suddenly she lost her balance and fell down on her back in the floor, lying down there and giggled,
- Look, Didi, a piece of rope made me knocked down.
- Idiot, her sister answered.
Sensing some trouble may erupt I concentrated my mind to the rope, with fixing my eyes to it, I can do it, it needs little concentration...
Sweta was getting up, and Bishakha preparing to come for giving a try, the rope suddenly sprung open of its own and fell on the legs of Sweta.
They were surprised but not frightened.
- Did you see that guys! Sweta said with surprise evident in her voice.
- Isn't it uncanny.., the rope opened up on its own and the candle light is not trembling though here is wind. What to say Mr.?
- Anindya , you all can call me 'Ani' by short.
- Ok Ani.
- I think every thing is now good for you all, if you take the mansion haunted , it really likes you guys , that's why it is co operating with you.
- I don't have time to hear this crap. Bishakha said.
I chose not to answer her.
- Sweta please bring out food, and make them hot in the candle light.
Bishakha Ordered, and staring to me she said:
- Ani, you will have to dine with us. You are our guest.
- Thanks but I have no intention to eat. I don't need to eat, I mean I'm full all ready.
Sweta looks her watch, it was 8 PM now.
- Why Ani Da, Don't mind if I call you Dada (Big Brother,suffixed as 'Da' after name of a person). Actually I have no Dada.
- No problem, you can, nobody ever called me as 'Dada' for many days.
- Ani, you look younger, are you married ? Bishakha asked.
- No, did not had time .
- He He , Sweta gigled again while bringing out the canned food.
- Hey here are torchlight and big knife also ! She exclaimed in joy.
- Have you got the tin cutter ? Bishakha asked.
- Wmm.., let me see........No!
- Pathetic.
- Well press gently on the top of the cans by the knife you got , they will open.
I said softly.
- How are you so sure? Sweta pass over the cans and knife to me.Her Jamaibabu said.
- No, let me try what Ani Da have said.
She bent in her knees and stroked lightly on the top of the first can with knife , with a cracking sound the first one opened,she took on the others one by one and all co operated with her.
She looked to me with joyful face.
- That's great Ani Da.
Bishakha and other two are now surprised a lot. Sweta was relaxed.
- Let's get all warm, Ani Da you should have some.
- No Sis, thanks.
They made them warm , and happy for having meal after wasting a lot time in that restless night. Sweta came to me with two hot cans and said,
- Ani Da take these.
- What are these ?
- Canned meat and canned Soup.They smell excellent.
I was having no smell at all, neither I having feel of hunger though I have not eaten anything.
- Sorry, I can not, Don't mind.
- Why!!!
- No, nothing Sis, you can not understand.
- Ok..,what to say.
- Please don't mind , I can not eat them.
They ate joyfully,with satisfaction of quality of the food. I was feeling happy, seeing their smiling face. Sweta ate seating beside me.They washed their hand and face with water they have with them outside the room.
- What to do with cans , let me dump them out side the mansion. Sweta said.
- No. keep those here, don't ever try to venture here alone at night.I said calmly.
- Huh?
- Yes this is my advice to you for tonight, and please don't go out side the room, if not needed badly.
There were pin dropped silence as if I made a gross mistake.
Sweta broke the silence first,
-Are you ordering us ?
- No,how can I order you, this is an advice, and following that rests only on your jurisdiction.
- Sweta, Bishakha said," I think he is right, there may be anything poisonous in the compound, may be snake or insects we need not get outside in the night."
- Ok.., she was calming down very quickly.
- Well time for me now to bid you good bye.
- Why will you go alone, I will accompany you Ani Da. I have torch.
- Not needed , I am used to it. I will make round in the mansion.
- Wow, how funny , in this rough weather and in this ruins,
- Please make the door closed.
I was standing now preparing for leave.
- Wait, I'll go with you to see the mansion.
- What??? all were surprised.
I was stunned.
- No, sorry, I can not take you with me.
- Sweta don't be crazy. The younger man yelled.
- Who are you to dictate my terms? Sweta shouted back. 'You are Suman Da's brother and try to be remain so.'
- Sweta , Listen to me , her Brother-in-law try to explain.'Anil please will you keep quiet?' He said his brother, who just had yelled.
- Suman Da just tell your brother not to dictate terms on me and be on his limit.
- I am in no need to give advice to a arrogant disobedient kid. Anil's face turning red in anger.
- Sweta stop all these, Bishakha shouted.
- I'll go with him, I'm an adult you can not force me.
Everything went bad, I was not enjoying this certainly.
- Well, I'm going with him at my own risk. She suddenly tore a piece of Tissue Paper roll and write down in with a pencil quickly,taking the wall as support.
' I'm Sweta Ray, with full knowledge and in presence of all I am declaring that I am going to explore this haunted mansion, by own risk, and if anything bad happens to me or my death occurs no body will be responsible - Sweta Ray, 25.5.2009, Purulia.'
- Take this Didi. She handed it to Bishakha, who was shell shocked.
I could not speak a word.
- Well Ani Da , lets go, Sweta said in Victorious Voice.
- You are all witness to this , I said in fatigued voice.
- Ok, what can I say, Bishakha answered.'She is an adult'
- Well , Sweta , take your torch and knife with you', I was still hoping that she would still change her mind.
- Ok., Didi please keep the door closed'. She burnt down my hope.
They looked pale, Sweta closed the door from outside. She was taller than any other average Bengali girl, about 5'7" tall, however, still shorter than me, I am almost 6 feet.
Leaning on the wall in the Corridor , she spoke with torch in her hand,one arm folded -'now tell me the story'?
-What Story?
- Story related to this mansion, That Driver, what his name was.....umm...ok, Budhan, I got it, he was telling me. A sad story , the untimely death of the young hire of this mansion. He met with accident while returning..and his spirit roams here.
I was appreciating her, she is really brave.
- Hmm., and it is 25th May, I started walking ' The exact date he met with his fatal accident forty years ago.He comes back in the mansion' regularly in this very day'
- What was his name?
- Anindya Bose
- You are also 'Anindya'? Are you that Anindya Mitra, and trying to scare me 'woooooooo'?
I was not answering she can not understand what Pain Anindya suffered mentally.
- Why did you stop?
- Oh, well, everybody said he was a jewel student. He was topper in B.Tech and got offer from a Multi National Company, only hire in the business man family with a uncle as Guardian of his. Tragic part that he has a beautiful educated Fiancee, 'Amrita'.
- Beautiful than me, Ani Da, I am joking!Don't mind.
- Yes, you are more beautiful but not Amrita.
- Hmm.., you must have seen her photograph when you were little boy.
- As I said, Amrita, she was from lower caste, and his uncle was against all, Anindya went against him, and decided to marry Amrita as early as possible. Inter-caste marriage was rare in those days, and Anindya made all arrangements , did not go for family business and found a prestigious job in a reputed firm in Kolkata and arranged for a Company rented flat. Transferred all his share to uncle, against his uncle's will. But..
- But.. What?
- He could not realise 'Amrita' was nearing the end of her life, she had been diagnosed with blood cancer in an advanced stage. Amrita concealed him everything even her parents did not know!She had her blood tested once she was in Kolkata. Anindya learnt in that day when he arranged for marriage registry, he got the medical report of her by accident. He was dumb struck, a bolt from blue, struck him, Amrita was his inspiration, he could not lose her.He was returning at that very night on 25th May with his motorbike speeding on, and unmindful , his mind mourning with pain of loss he was going to suffer..
- Then?
- He could not see the headlights of the truck and sound of horn, when he noticed it was too late.., he tried pass over , but find a young boy in front of his motor bike, to save him, went other way, but he did not realise there was a deep pit , the motor bike plunged, he threw himself from the motor bike only to find his head struck fatally in stone, young man died instantly even not realising that he is dying.He was only 25 years then.
- What happened to Amrita ?
- She died exactly a week later.
- What happened to uncle? Her voice trembling, voice was chocked , she is in her tears I could understand.
- Well , he was dumb struck, could not talk for few days, only tear used to come out from his eyes. Can you see that room? That was Anindya's ...' I pointed a closed door room in the corridor, 'Anindya spent his last days of his in that room. Uncle used to visit the place and cry like child before Anindya's photograph.He died just 6 months ago in Kolkata. He was in his 90s. However, his son used to visit here, but decided to destroy this mansion, it will be for a noble cause, there will be a Hospital here.I am really proud of him'.
I continued....
-Did you see the half done road?
- Yes
- Anindya started the project self funding from their estate to make the village well communicated, that stopped all after his death, but now work will be started again", I was joyful.
- That's great.She again spoke- Ani Da can you show me the room ?
- What Room?
- Anindya Bose's room?
- No, you should not go there. Let's return. This is my advice again.
- I'm adult please don't dictate me. I told this earlier.
- Oh! Well what do you do?
- A Chartered Accountant by profession, time will be wasted, so , please come with me I'll open the room.
I followed her reluctantly.
she reached the room, lighting the torch, there was no lock in the room , but door was old but well maintained and clean perhaps the hire of the Bose family visits regularly here.
She opened the room, the door opened with ease. I was just standing behind her. she pointed the torch every where, the room furnished with chair Table but are cleaned regularly as some body visits the room frequently.
- The care taker lives nearby home, he cleans only the room ,I explained her.
- Hmm..,well .... suddenly she stopped, her torch enlightens a Photograph hung from the wall, she is now frightened really.She is grasping and trembling.
- H-Help , Please some body help me! She screamed as loud as she can, that echoed every where in mansion.
She collapsed her eyes closed and fell down on her back on the floor.I leaned to her, I became assured , she only lost her consciousness, she is alive breathing..,I said softly..
-Sister, you will forget everything what happened tonight , I am doing this for your good, you will not recall anything about me or this mansion.
She with her stunning look lying on her back unconscious there, legs folded,torch lighting resting in a angle and points to a large photograph hanging from the wall. A black and white photograph. It was of me.
Under the photograph there is written 'Anindya Bose'.
Two dates were written under the Photograph ,with an exact gap of 25 years between them. Last date was of reading 25th May , 40 years ago.
I do not frighten anybody, this is against my nature,Sweta came her own, I love this world, this human beings, all, as I , Anindya Bose used to love them 40 years ago. I am hearing the foot steps, jostling, running to wards this room, I can hear Bishakha's voice, coming nearer, calling Sweta's name, now they will be frightened and Sweta will regain her consciousness , will not recall me or the mansion. I can not bear frightening scream.
I will have to descend to darkness, where I belong to, I am the son of Darkness, son of the other world, whom the human could not see or feel.
Good Bye Sister..........Good Bye all...........