Is it right to take out taxes from those events which are minting heavy money?

I am quiet conveinced with the ideas or views put on this issue that , why should government take out taxes from F1? One strong hold is on the point of considering F1 as a sport or just as a medium of entertaintment. I have also seen people comparing F1 with cricket, saying that, if BCCI is able to mint so much money out of this, and then also the tax has been taken out from BCCI, for organizing cricket.

Tell me one thing, why people are not thinking of taking out the taxes from common man. When the whole economy is trembling, inflation is rising. Its the common man like us , who are getting sleepless nights just be thinking, how hw will pay the taxes? when the problem is in feeding a satisfying diet to his family, he has to sleep half filled every day. Why there is no debate on taking out taxation from the common man?

People have made this issue for proving their points, thats what i can realize from yeaterday's  debate on a news channel. They have left no stone turned, to make people understand that, whether taxes should not be taken out from F1? by comaring them with the poor people's sports.

What is understand that, we are living in a country where the economy status of the masses is taken only as a point proving instrument, and people keep on saying us POOR. I grew, listning that INDIA is a developing country and we are in a road of becoming a prominent star in the world economy... seems too positive. But now i hear that INDIA is a poor country. I am not sure, what to believe? whether INDIA is a developing or it is POOR country.

The point is, people do not hold any thoughts when they pass these type of comments about the country or its people and then go out laughing, and claim to be most patriot when asked. So i rightly mentioned this in one of my posts that the patriotism is fading. Patriotism has been over powered by the weight of commercialization and power.

The question is not of evading tax from F1, the point is why F1 is allowed to come to india? and what is the point of shouting top of the voices, when the race is over. It was the same people , who were proudly showing the circuit and people were clapping at its grandure, then why now ????

A Common Man

"Why common man is not consider for getting the national recognition?", a thought always comes in my mind whenever i see any award ceremony. I am not saying that everyone who is getting an award, has done nothing for this country, but is it that the patriotism is only defined by the amount of social recognition of an individual.

For me, each and every person in this country carries the same feeling , same love for this nation and silently scarifies for this country. It is the common man, whose hands drives the economic wagon of this country, but as a result, what does a common get. The sweat and blood which he puts in driving this, is ripped by someone else. then who is the real hero.

Prominent people from prominent areas like films, cricket (I noted cricket out of a sport, because today it is something above any sport) etc are getting awards, but are they really the ones who should be getting this recognition. One should realize that, today they are famous because we have made them famous, today they are rich because we have made them rich. A film is successful when we make it successful, but does we get. These people don't even get time to meet with their fans, those people who pushed them to this height, where whole world is recognizing them, but they don't have time to even say THANK YOU to these people.

It is our money which they are enjoying on, we spend hundreds of money to buy a ticket and see the movie, regardless from where this money is coming from and this is the same money which goes to these people as a profit share, what do we get out of this?

I appreciate the legends who have given their lives, to make our tradition, our music breath. For me they are the heroes not people, who take money for even say "HI" to people. Think of the cricket team, they are the most lucky people. They are minting money, even though they win a match or loose a match, as they know that what ever be the situation, money will come to them.

We often say, we are getting more and more into the shoes of western culture. But have anyone thought, who is responsible for this, who is responsible to take us away from out culture, our tradition, our values. It is we only who are responsible for all these, we have opened our hands to welcome this culture from those, who once tried to cripple us. We fought with them for 150 years but what is the use, we are still slaves of the western influence. We call it as "OPEN MINDEDNESS". I am not against being open minded, but there is should be always a dividing line between open mindedness and well rooted individual. One should not forget his / her values, which their parents have taught them for their whole life.

Well... i don't want to get into this discussion again , but coming back to my point. If we, the common man, has built the class, has made people rich, has given our share, has included them in our lives. Then how should we feel, when the same society feels bad in meeting and talking with us, in understanding our problems and then we award these selfish people.

For me the real hero is that unidentified, faceless group of people, whose spirit runs the city. Although, we have forgotten our power, but it is not that we cannot change anything. If we can build this class then we can break that also, only we should realize the true power of being COMMON.

A thought, as heavy as a stone !!

A thought, as heavy, as a stone,
Sat on my lonely soul,
Making me helpless to remove,
Sitting still, not ready to move.

I wanted to inhale,

Some fresh air, of fresh lands,

I opened my mouth for the touch,

for those unique little hands.

I see a small village, infront of me,

beautifull and quite in its own,

small paths, crossing big fields,
and fields dancing in its own.


A thought, as heavy as a stone,
Sat on my lonely soul,

wanted to stay there for sometime,

away from the thought, of being alone.


I looked myself in the stream,

the water as so cold and pure,

flowing freely and happily,
without any pain or sore.

I lost my identity,

dont know , who i am ,
always wanted to be one of them,
but failed to become a man.

Is Karva Chauth against womanhood?

The day was most awaited by most of the women in this country as a day to show their love and commitment towards their husbands, was treated aa taboo against womanhood. Karva Chauth, being observed as a one os the most precious and sacred tradition, lived up in this country from centuries, was highlihted as a tradition against women or a tradition exploiting womanhood.

I was sitting on the sofa that day and was scanning accross the channels, when this new hit my eyes. People were shouting against this long old tradition as something, which is against womanhood. There were indeed a lot of clashes in the opinion, but the point being reffered was some where correct. If it is about love then why to fast? and if this is about companionship then why only females have to fast?

A thought or rather a statement came in my mind that, unless you enter turbulent waters, you cannot enjoy the ocean. Likewise, love blossoms on uneven surface of circumstances. More hard the situation given, love emerges as a winner...always. But talking on the human grounds, is it really right to have one sacrifice for  love and other do not bother.

But that is not right, most of the couples in today's generation understand the meaning of love and companionship. They believe that, love is all about working towards it as a team not as an individual. Love is a collective emotion not a singular. So they also devide their pain and happiness among themselves and as a reasult, both members of the couple keep this fast.

Love is there, then why this pain?? ...who says it is a pain. People who consider it as a pain and stop themselves to experience this, will never understand the satisfaction hidden behind it. Satisfaction os doing something for some one, who is so near to your heart. Satisfaction of doing some thing for you ever lasting LOVE. Sattisfaction of telling your partner, you love and care him / her. Satisfaction of laying a strong foundation of trust, companionship and sacrifice on the ground of love.

By saying probably every day , every minute that you love your partner do not imply your true love for her/ him. There are somethings which do not need words to describe, one small touch of dedication and conviction towards the relationship is well enough to make your partner understand , your emotions and this is something, creates a much larger and deeper effect in the hearts of both the partners.

Speaking on personal grounds, its being 9 yrs i have been keeping fast for my wife like the same way she keeps for me. Till today, i have not faced a single pain in doing this, neigther a single thought od "Why I am doing theis? or What is the need for me to do this?". We have a simple rule in our relationship, that whatever fasts, she does, I will also do...No questions asked and i think this is the reason of the advantures and love in our relationship.

But will you still keep the fast, if your partner is not able to keep the fast? My answer to this is YES. I have done this, This karva chauth, when my wife was not feeling well to keep the fast, I made a point to keep it for her. I would say, the desicion was entirely my personal and it came from my heart and i felt so satisfied. The point is, i didnt do this to show that my love is more than her love or something, but to emphasis a common emotion called as LOVE.

So a small thing i would remind you beautiful people is , Keep LOVE as an emotion, dont try to dillute it by mixing expectation, materialism in it. This is a mixture, which works best when it is taken PURE.

LOve is pure, keep it PURE !!

Chapter 7: Epilouge

“What happened next?” he asked her

“She went inside the room and stopped in side, the dead bodies were lying in front of her. She was speechless and turned back to the crowd. She at once closed the door, people outside were knocking, banging, pleading to her to open, but she didn’t open. Then one of them saw a light in one of the upper floor rooms and an image of her standing near the window. She was still and not moving anywhere; suddenly she went inside and closed the window. Then they could see, something hanging from the roof of the room. It was quick to realize that, she hanged herself from the roof. People saw this whole this speechless, helpless. There was nothing much they could to save the family. They cursed the night and cried for loosing this family all together. Their anger was then moved to Raghu and they thought, he has done everything. Raghu lived in the house just below the house. It was the first house from the Sarpanch’s house. The mad crowd went to that house and started banging the house. Without any clue, Raghu opened the door and suddenly one farmer dragged him outside and all of them started beating. One of them questioned him, why he was not in the fields today. His father was not well, so he stopped to take care of him; he tried to convenience the crowd. He also said that he met Sarpanch sahib in his house and told him about his absence. Hearing this crowd lost their senses and started beating him to death. After he lost his senses, they took him inside the house and locked the door from outside. One from the crowd ran to this house and brought a bottle filled with kerosene. They poured the kerosene on the house and lit it from outside. Raghu got his senses back and went to the window; he saw fire coming out and started crying for help. People moved away from the burning house and were standing. Raghu was pleading to the crowd for help but no one turned out. Then he tried to get out but was not able to unlock the door. Soon he realized that all his efforts are waste and his whole family was going to die. He shouted to the crowd, “The way you people killed me and my family without knowing the truth, I curse this village that from now you will also never know the truth and will die searching it.” With these words, fire took the whole house in itself along with the people living inside it.”Rekha stopped suddenly.

“I have to go inside, I have left with lot of work to complete and I have to give food to my parents.” She said looking to the door.

For Tejas everything was falling in the correct place. He looked at Rekha and asked, “Its being lot of time, and we are sitting outside. If you don’t mind, can I come inside the house and get some water to drink also I can ask you some questions, while you complete your work and also I can meet with your par ants also...”

“Do you really want to come inside? And meet my parents” Rekha asked mysteriously

“Why not? If it’s not a problem for you people!!” Tejas potentially asked

“Certainly not!! You are more than welcome!!” She smiled at Tejas and holded his one hand and took him inside.

Tejas could feel a sense of dipretion inside the house. The house was dark from inside and there was a scent of blood from every where. Rekha’s voice came from behind, as she guided him to sit in a place, “I know this place is bit dark, but my parents don’t like much light.”

“Not a problem...” Tejas showed the gesture. Rekha came to him with a glass of water and gave to Tejas. He took the glass from her hand and began to drink. The water was clod and sweet, which relaxed Tejas very much.

He suddenly asked Rekha, “I want to ask you something, regarding the story!!”

“Yes… go ahead” she replied at once.

“Firstly, what was the name of Sarpanch’s daughter? And secondly, how do you know exactly what happened that night?” Tejas completed with a silence.

A blur voice came from somewhere, “Sarpanch had a daughter named REKHA and it is me who faced the entire thing”

Hearing this, glass fell down from his hands. Tejas started panicking.

“All this time, I was talking to the dead… oh god and now I am going to die” Tejas started shouting. Suddenly he saw three body figures coming out from the dark.

“You don’t have to get afraid from us, we are not going to harm you” One of them said

Tejas realized the white shadow, he often saw on the edges of the well was one of them. He accidently shouted, “I have seen you many times from my house. You are the same, whom I saw on the well.”

“Yes, she is Rekha.” The same one said.

Soon, Tejas felt a drift of unconsciousness coming on him and his eyes getting heavy and heavier and he fall asleep.

Time flew and a honking woke him up. He found himself sitting in a bus and the bus was standing in the city bus stop. He tried to remember, but couldn’t remember what happened to him. The last he could remember was, he was walking towards the Sarpanch’s house.

He came out of the bus and got his whole luggage. He could hear, someone saying “Go and never come back!!”

Chapter 6 : The Reveal

“I don’t believe what I have seen tonight!” Tejas muttered sitting on his bed, rubbing his head. He was not getting proper words to describe this feeling or the situation. One realization, he was having, that there is something very wrong in this village and he need to report this to the Sarpanch.

“I have to meet Sarpanch tomorrow morning for sure and talk on this!!” he made a mental note of this and went to sleep. But unfortunately, he was not getting the much required sleep as the thoughts of the hanging women was coming in front of his eyes. He woke and sat on his bed at once, as is he saw someone near his bed.

He was very much sweating and was also feeling sick.” How come cold has increased so much at once?” he thought. He went near to the window; outside the moon light was falling on the stretched fields, drops of dew on the leaves were glowing like small diamonds. The scean was mesmerizing by itself and he felt much better in that. His eyes scanned everything in the vicinity and stopped near the well; the same shadow of a lady was sitting on the edge of the well and was looking at him. He could feel the pain in her eyes and the urge to tell him something.

“What she wants to tell me? And could she would be the same lade whom I saw in Sarpanch’s house? He thought. There were endless line of questions coming out of his mind and he wanted answers to all the questions. “There is indeed something, Sarpanch is hiding from me, but how can I go to him and ask about this” he thought. “He would get angree as I have not followed what he said to me “he said to himself. But he wanted to explore and go deep into the situation.

He was not afraid now and thought of communicating with the lady. He planned to go to that well and speak to that lady. Things were not so easy, as it seems. “Why would someone connect with me and start talking? I have to do something to win the confidence on me, but what??” thinking this, he saw his watch; he lost an hour’s good sleep.

“I have to go and get some good sleep, as tomorrow will be a tough day” he convinced himself and went to bed. As soon as he fell on bed, he was in deep sleep.

The day came quickly and tejas was rubbing his eyes sitting on the bed. After finishing all the work he was thinking of going to office or not. He was not getting that type to energy today, as he used to get other days. This might be because of insufficient sleep. After thinking a lot on this, he decided to give today a break and the next 2 days were holidays.

He went out and sat on the veranda, evaluating his next course of action and was also waiting for his breakfast to come. It was almost an hour he waited for his breakfast, but it didn’t come. He thought of going to Sarpanch’s house to check. He quickly took his bath and got ready, he could realize the tiredness appearing on his face.

He started walking to the Sarpanch’s house, he recollected all the incidences happened to him a night before. He saw the abandoned house and also the well, but he neglected that. He went upstairs and knocked the door. After couple of knocks, the door was opened by a lady.

“I want to see Sarpanch sahib!!” he told to the lady

She looked surprised and asked “Who are you? And what is the intention of the meeting?”

“I came here in this village recently and sahib knows me!!” He answered

“Why I am being asked so many questions, all of a sudden?, she should know me, as Sarpanch would have told her” he thought in mind.

She was not sure what to say, after a brief pause, she told, “how is it possible?”

“Why this is not possible? Call Sarpanch and he will tell you who I am and who you to ask me so many questions.” Tejas was getting more and more irritated. “Call him and he will tell you who I am?” Tejas started to shout.

That lady was looking at him with utter surprise and was not having any clue, of what to tell him. She waited him to cool down. After sometime, Tejas cooled down. The lady started telling him, “We have been living here for ages, this house belonged to Sarpanch, but the whole family died in an accident long time back and then we took over this house. It’s being almost 12 yrs we have been living here. We were not here as we had to go to our relative’s house for some days. We returned just couple of days back.” Tejas was listening with cold hands.

The lady saw his condition getting bad and invited him inside the house.

“Are you sure, this house was locked last couple of days” Tejas reconfirmed. “Yes certainly” she replied at once.

“Do you know Rekha?” Tejas enquired. “Rekha?? Why are you asking that?” She asked surprisingly.

“No, just tell me, do you know Rekha? He again asked and there was a brief pause between them, “I am Rekha” she said after a brief silence. The reply hit Tejas like a huge blow. “How is it possible? You are not, whom I met few days back” Tejas said getting hold of himself. “ Are you sure, you met with someone named Rekha only because I know there is no other Rekha in this village apart from me and as I said, I was not there in this village for some time” she tried to explain.

Tejas felt helpless within himself of being treated like a fool. He didn’t like that; he didn’t come to this village to be fooled. “Why would anyone fool me? I don’t even know anyone here” he tried to ask himself. Rekha was standing beside him and was looking all these. She was sensing the helplessness of Tejas and wanted to comfort him.

“So then, who was giving me food all these days? I thought Rekha or Sarpanch sahib was giving me food. Is that you or do you know who he was?” he asked to Rekha. She was silent and was evaluating the answer, she should give to Tejas. “How can I give you food, when I was not here and how can Sarpanch sahib would give you food when he is not living in this house?” she explained.

“There is definitely something going on here and you need to tell me before I go mad” Tejas raised his voice. He felt weak from inside, he thought “How can I be so much weak, as if I have not taken food from a long time” he thought. He started to realize what was happening.

He holed Rekha’s arms and asked her to explain, about what was happening in this village. His eyes showed the eagerness of knowing the whole thing.

“Go back to your place, this is the best thing you can do to help and save your life and don’t trust anyone here” Rekha said quietly

Tejas could remember, the same words he heard from someone also, now his eagerness grew a lot and he wanted to know why people are telling him the same thing again and again.

He turned to Rekha and said, “OK I will go back, but not without knowing what is happening here? And you have to tell me?” Tejas was pressing the same thing again and again.

Helplessly Rekha agreed to tell him the history of the house and the village, she sat near him on the same cot and started telling him, “This village is cursed from a long time and who so ever comes to this village eighter gets mad or gives his life. People here live a dual life and they are not aware of it. So, you will feel a lot of contradictions in their talk. There were lot of accidents of people seeing a white shadow sitting on the edges of the well in the backside of the farm and many of them have thought that the shadow was seeing to them with moist eyes. It is when; people started becoming mad and often ran to give them their lives…”

Tejas was listening very carefully to the story. He also had seen that shadow many times and had thought to go to the well.

“The history of this village goes back 25 yrs back. This village was a happiest place and people here were joyful and playful. There were hardly any fights that have happened in this village and nearby villages used to give examples of the unity to each other. That was the time, when this village was not so much connected with the city. People used to go to city once in 2 – 3 months. People have seen the most of their good days in that period. Our Sarpanch sahib was a very good man. He used to treat the villagers as a part of his family. His family was also attached with the villagers and villagers also loved and respected them a lot. The royal family would attend each and every festival and functions of the villagers and same with the villagers. Our Sarpanch sahib always encouraged education and development of the people and the village. He always wanted that every boy and girl should get the same education and for this he planned money, transport and all other facilities.” Rekha’s face suddenly turned pale.

“Then it all started, our prosperity came in the eyes of our neighbor villages and they started envying us for that. They used to come and create some or other kind of issues to disturb our smooth flow. They used to often do mischievous things with the village girls and would bit up the boys in the night. When Sarpanch sahib was informed about this, he was very angree and told everyone in the village, not to be out after 8 PM, till this issue is solved. Sarpanch sahib’s family consisted of a girl, who was studying in the city. She used to visit the village in her holidays. Sarpanch realized the urgency of the situation and passed a message to his daughter in the city, telling her not to come to village now. But unfortunately, she already left for the village when her hostel received this message..” Tears suddenly started coming out from Rekha’s eyes.

“I still remember, it was around 10 PM, when her bus dropped her outside the village, because of the situation getting worse, people refrained from going out on streets in the night. She was surprised to see, the deadness of the village. But she didn’t bother to ask anyone on this. She took his bag and started walking. She looked at her watch and it was clicking 12:00 AM. She didn’t realize that, she has spent 2 hours walking in this deserted village. She was scared to death inside and started running towards her house. She finally reached the house and knocked the door. No one opened the door in first couple of knocks, fear filled her heart. This is something, which has never happened to her in the past and she was not able to understand the reason of it. She thought, people might be asleep and so they might not be able to hear the knocks. She started to bang the door loudly and then Sarpanch opened the door. Seeing his daughter standing on the door steps shocked him and same way made him angree. He let his daughter come inside the house and closed and locked the door. He questioned her that even after giving the message, why did she come? She looked at him and said that she didn’t receive any message or probably the message would have come to the hostel after she left the hostel…” Rekha paused a little.

Tejas was noting some questions in his mind, to ask her after she completes.

“Soon after the whole village got the news of her coming to the village, everyone was now concerned about her safety and well being. Everyone in the village would tell her, not to go out on the streets after 8 PM because things are still not in control. She would think and laugh on these talks and would wade off thinking that she came in that night and nothing happened to her. One day already passed after she came to the village and things were smooth. But the worst part was waiting to begin, somehow the news spread to the neighbor villages about her coming to the village. I still remember it was Wednesday evening 4 PM; she was taking up a walk near the well, when she saw some people on the banks of the river. She was excited to see, what they were doing and hence she went to meet them and to see what they were doing. There were some 4 -5 boys playing, drinking and catching fishes. She could realize that those boys were not from her village, then how come they are here? The boys saw her coming and started to talk something seeing her” Rekha’s expression changed to fear and pain, but she continued

Tejas was seeing all the changes on her face, but didn’t ask about her. He was so interested in the story that he didn’t want to break the harmony of storytelling.

“She asked about those boys from where they are and what they are doing here in this village. One from the group sad that they recently came from the city, to explore some beautiful villages, they found this place interesting and so they were camping here. She found the whole idea interesting and asked them if she can join them. Without much hesitate they agreed and told her that they will be going to lookout the forest and whether she is interested in coming with them. She thought of something and agreed. There was a small boat standing on the banks of the river and they climbed the boat and one of them helped her also to climb. The boat started to move away from the bank and was going towards the other bank. In no time they reached the other bank. The bank was same as the other one, but surrounded with dense forest. They told her that they are going inside and she can come, if she is not afraid.  She thought that she is not afraid, living alone in a city then why should she be afraid. She readily agreed on the offer and went inside the forest...” Rekha turned her face at once and started to cry.

“What Happened? And why are you crying? Tejas asked confused. Rekha realized that Tejas was looking at her and she cleaned her face. Her eyes were still red.

“After walking few steps, the boys saw each other. It was some sort of signal, which they are giving to each other. Suddenly, two of them started to walk slowly and reached back of her. One of the boys pushed her from behind and she fell on the ground and her head hit a stone on the ground and darkness came in front of her eyes. The last she could see was an image of someone coming close to her and they were shouting “Raghu”. Raghu was the son of a farmer, who used to work for Sarpanch. She never met Raghu in person, but often heard his name from his father. His father would always appreciate him for his intelligence and smartness. It started getting night, when she got her consciousness back. She didn’t know, what has happened to her, but she felt a sort of pain and some blood strains in the down portion of her dress. She holded back the cry as it would make those people aware that she is awake. After reaching the other bank, she realized that she was taken to the well and was dropped on the edges of the well. The boys, who carried her back, left her on the well and were going to her house. She at once sensed the danger and started to shout. The farm was very big and the well was at one end of the land. People, who worked there, were planning to leave. She shouted at the top of her voice and didn’t find anyone reacting to her call. She had no option, but to stand up and start walking towards the house. When she came at the middle of the land, people saw her and ran towards her. Seeing people coming she gave up and fall down. People came near her and started asking her who did this to her? She was not in a condition of telling anything, but accidently “Raghu” came out of her mouth” Rekha’s face started as she continued the story.

“The farmers couldn’t believe what they heard just now. They couldn’t believe that someone from this village could do anything. One from the group said others to take her to her house and then think what needs to be done to Raghu. They started to link, all the incidences happening with other village girls with him. They carried her to her house and knocked the door. To everyone’s surprise, on one opened the door. They called Sarpanch sahib, but helpless. Then one from the group came forward to give a big blow on the door and with his pressure, the door automatically opened. The house was dark from inside, which was causing difficulty for them to see anything inside. They again called Sarpanch sahib, but no sound, then they started calling vahini sahib (In Marathi, people call sister as “vahini), but still no voice. Now they started feeling something bad has happened. One from the group of farmers was carrying a match box. He at once lit a match stick and what they saw threw them back. Pool of blood was all over the floor and they could see 2 bodies lying in that pool of blood. Someone killed Sarpanch sahib by hitting on his head and vahini sahib, by cutting her throat. The whole scean was very gruesome. They kept her in the veranda, she could realize that there is something happened and started walking towards the group of farmers. Farmers were clueless, whether to let her see this in this condition or not, but she was stubborn and forced herself inside and stopped numbed. “Rekha looked at Tejas. She saw tears coming out of his eyes, and seeing this she gave a small smile. She touched his cheeks with her fingers. Tejas felt her fingers are very cold, colder than normal human body, but he didn’t have any botheration to it.

Chapter 5: Who is Rekha? : Mystrious Identity

Tejas was thinking about the whole episode, which happened with him the whole day. He wanted to find some rationality in that, but didn’t seem to be fortunate.

He came out from the shower, drying his hairs. He yelled to himself, “What is happening? Why no one is telling me the truth? Someone says Rekha is there and someone says, no one called Rekha is there?”

He was furious on himself, for falling in this situation. He could have stayed away from this, minded his own business, doing something, for which he came in this village. There was no point, of being explorative.

“But how can anyone ignore the facts, people are not so mad to tell me all these” Tejas tried to explain himself. “How will I be able to get into the truth?” Tejas questioned himself.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t see that time flew like a flash of light. The dinner was going to come and it will be the best time, when he can ask the person about Rekha. He patiently waited for the boy to come. He couldn’t hold his anxiety and went out of the house to see the boy. It was still some time left for the boy to come and this fact made him more curious.

People outside his house started to go to their houses. The road started to become deserted. He wanted to see what happens after 8. He also wanted to find out where Rekha lived. He was sure that Rekha existed and want to make people see her existence. That can be only possible, if he was convinced, that she existed.

He made a mental note of going out of the house after 8 to have a check on the fact. While he was thinking all these things, suddenly he saw the boy running with a plate on his hand. He checked on his watch, it was ticking 7:30 PM. He took the plate from the boy and wanted to ask, what he was thinking from so long. But the boy ran at once, he got free from his responsibility. Tejas stood there for some time and returned back to his house.

It was almost 8:30 PM, tejas was about to finish his dinner. It took longer time from usual days, probably because there are lots of things running in his mind and his concentration was more in those things rather taking his dinner. He completed his meal by 9:15 PM. He washed his hands and came to his front window. Not a trace of human.

“Now is the time to trace the truth” Tejas told himself. He came out of his house on the road. The road was dimly lit with the street lamps and also with the other house’s lights. He was able to see every corner of the place. His heart was beating heavily, he thought of going back to his house and sleep but then he was wanted to reveal and announce himself as a winner.

“Which way to go??” He asked confusingly

Then he thought, let’s walk towards Sarpanch’s house. This is the only route, he was confident of. He passed across various type of houses some small and some big. The size of the house reveals the status of the family lived in that. At the end of the road, he could see a deserted house. The house was still standing, but it was half broken and burnt.

He was surprised thinking, what would have happened to this house and the people living in this house. The house was pretty good, literally beautiful, wanted to be lit with lights, wanted to look as normal. But the circumstances had made people abandon this place or death has taken them away from this place.

Tejas was thinking all these while standing near to this house. Suddenly he could sense a deep sadness in the air. Tejas cold feel some hidden force attractive enough to push him towards the house. He wanted to leave but couldn’t leave. His mind and his heart were not coming to a same conclusion. He turned from there with much effort and went near to the Sarpanch’s house. He was thinking of going there and greet him, but he didn’t want Sarpanch think that he is not obeying to his orders.

“It’s better to go back from here, there is nothing so suspicious here to which people are thinking in such way” Tejas thought. He wanted to laugh at himself, that he came into these people’s trap. He was about to leave Sarpanch’s house, he saw someone was standing in one of the top floor rooms. It was a clear picture that it was some female standing there and suddenly went inside. After sometime, he could see someone hanging in the same room.

Tejas couldn’t believe what he was seeing there. All his courage drop down and fear over powered his mind and heart. He was so much scared that he left that place and ran towards his house.

“Is everything fine in Sarpanch’s house?” Tejas thought, taking time to get normal. He thought that,” if something like this has happened in Sarpanch’s house then how come no noise is outside?”

With this thought we went to bed and slept at once.

The realization of finding the identity of Rekha was still running back in his mind and he understood that, her identity is the only possible way to understand the root of everything which was happening with this village.