Friday, October 25, 2013

The Mysterious Guy!


There was a guy, who always stands in the bus stop and passes smile to me. Initially, I never did, but as the time grew older I started reciprocate his smile. It was then once my friend Soniya saw him back that I was passing smile to him, she then asked me, “Who is there to smile at?” I narrated her that that the guy in blue t-shirt, he always passes me smile since I started taking my cab from this stop. Listening that my friend was amazed and wondering whom I was talking about, as there is no one standing there in blue t-shirt. I thought she was joking, I said, “look carefully” with smothering pointing towards him directly. 

With wrinkled eyebrows she yelled, “I can’t see anyone there Varsha, what happened to you.”


So who was he? Why only I could see him. He was still waving his hand to me.


Is he a spirit, which can be seen only to me? Why only me can see him? Does he want to say something to me? I asked myself. There were so many questions spinning in my mind.


When I reached home, I drew his sketch on a paper. Should I need to gather some information about him, I asked myself? After thinking a lot I decided to gather information about him.


In the evening I went to the nearby colony of that stand where I always see him. I asked many peoples about him but all in vain, as no one knows anything about that guy. I was very upset that as I was unable to gather any information about him. As I was planning to leave this search mission, I saw an old shop at the end of the road.


I don’t know why my mind strikes to ask that shopkeeper about this guy? So I forwarded my footsteps towards that shop. I asked the shopkeeper,” Hello, Uncle! Good Evening. I am looking for this guy; then I showed him the sketch of that guy. Uncle said,” his name is Reet, he lived nearby my home, but why you asking about him? I replied,” actually Uncle I saw him every day on the opposite side of my stand from where I took my cab to office.


Uncle laughed while looking my face, I was amazed that why he is laughing on me? I asked him,” What happen uncle, did I say something silly! He says,” nopes beta, actually you must have seen someone else. I said,” no, uncle I am very much sure that I have seen this guy, whose sketch I have drawn.


Uncle said,” How this is possible that you have seen a boy whose name is Reet, who had died 5 years ago? What?? I said and looked shockingly towards the shopkeeper face. He said,” yes beta, Reet has died 5 years ago. I asked,” what was happened to Reet?


Uncle said,” he hanged himself; no one knows why he hanged up himself? Even his mother doesn’t know why his son Reet committed suicide? He was intelligent in studies, was topper of his college. His family is also wealthy. He got job placement in top notch IT Company from his college campus with the salary package of 15 lacs per annum. I mean everything was perfect and still he committed suicide, this is the unsolved mystery for his family. 


After hearing this, I was also curious when every condition were perfect for boy so called Reet, then why he committed suicide. Why only I can see him? I mean there must be some reason that I can see him only, no one else. While running such questions in my mind I came back to home.


Whole night those questions were running on my mind. I decided to meet his family once, might be I could get some sort of reason from them behind his suicide.


Next day I wake up early and called Soniya that I will not come to the office today, so she can leave alone to the office in the cab. Then I went to that old shop again and asked the address of Reet’s family from the uncle. Now I have the address of Reet home and again questions were grooming in my head that what I should say to his parents? Who I am to Reet, if they will ask me? Neither I know any friend of Reet whose help I can take in this situation? While thinking the answers of these questions I was standing near to the door of Reet home.


To be contd……

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