Ghost Calls - hima (different e readers .TXT) 📗

/> “I’ll be back in a few minutes…” she said and ran to her room. I stood there feeling awkward when Mrs.Mehra came in.

“Where is Neha, darling?” she asked. “She went to her room…” I said. “Come with me…”she said and took me into a room where there are thousands and thousands of books. My face lit up at once, “I see that you like books very much.” I nodded. “Neha won’t even look at them and Aryan he reads only selected genres. I wish there would be someone to do justice to these huge volumes here.” She said.

I nodded barely listening to her; I ran my hands through the huge collections and picked a book by Sidney Sheldon “Tell me your dreams.” I just started reading through the pages, I was so entranced by the story that I didn’t notice that I was through 30pages already. Mrs.Mehra laughed and said that I could borrow as many as I like. She herself chose some books and gave to me, Rebecca, Isabel, princess dairies, Sense and sensibility; Philip Pullman’s his dark materials.

I carried them back to the living room, “Wow! Mom, you finally got someone to read all your books.” She said.

I sat there, it’s getting late. I stood up to go when someone walked in black suit and a briefcase, Neha jumped at him calling dad. He smiled at her daughter and then her wife who took his briefcase from his hands and gave it to the servant passing by. He saw me standing and stared at me for a while like he was accessing me.

“Dad…she is Megha…my friend.” Neha introduced me. He shook suddenly as if he was interrupted from a deep thought.

“Hello, Megha. Good to see you, my champ hasn’t shut her mouth speaking about you.” He said. “Dev, I’ll send some juice to your room.” Mrs. Mehra added.

Neha’s father behaved weirdly, even after climbing the last step and going into his room. He stared at me continuously. Aryan arrived while I was about to leave, “I told you not to go anywhere…” he said.
He dropped me back home and promised me to pick me up at 10 tomorrow though I protested that there is no need for that.

Back in Mehra’s house Mr.Mehra was going through all the old photographs and he threw most of them on the floor. Mrs. Mehra walked in; she was shocked to watch the condition of the room.

“Dev, what’s the problem?” she asked. He ignored her and still continued to search the old pics. He stared at one particular picture in his hands and slumped onto the sofa beside him.

“What…?” his wife asked worried about his behavior. He showed her the old photograph. It was the marriage photograph of a couple standing beside Mr.Mehra. “Who are they?”She asked. He didn’t answer. She examined the picture carefully and was appalled to see that the lady in the picture is so familiar. She began to think where she saw her than it struck to her she was exactly like Megha but a little bit older.


I told mom and dad everything about the Mehra’s house and how friendly they were. I even mentioned them talking about my parents respectfully. Mom nodded the entire time looking at me with her affectionate eyes.

“The Mehra’s are really good people, they are never the one’s to disrespect others. He stated as a matter of fact. I was really tired by all that dancing, so mom asked me to go and take rest. I tried to read the Rebecca book for a while but I slowly drifted to sleep in the middle.

I woke up yawning lazily, “You know shouldn’t sleep while reading books, you’ll crumple the pages…” Sapna said pointing to the book she kept on the bed side table.

I went to sit next to her on the window, I spoke to her all about the previous day to her in excited tone, she was a good listener, it made me tell more, I don’t know how much time I spent telling her about our college days.

“You don’t know how much I wanted a sister like you with whom I can share everything…”she said a tear escaping through her eyes.

“Megha…with whom you are talking?” Dad asked staring up at the blank space in the window. “I was just rehearsing the lines in the skit…” I shouted. He stared at the space dubiously and went back to work.

I got ready soon and then hurried to the barn to help him. I worked for a few minutes when I heard mom shouting from the kitchen. “Go and see what she wants…” I hurried into the kitchen.

“Don’t you remember that you have to go to Mehra’s house?” “Go, get ready. You still have 10minues…” she said. “I’ll just finish the work in the barn…” I said. “Now, go to your room and get ready.” Mom ordered. I nodded.

By the time I went down, Aryan was sitting in our living room, Mom gave him Sherbet and he was sipping it while mom was standing idle. “Hi…”I called. “Can we go?” I asked. “Mom…” I turned to take her leave; she gave a smile and nodded. “Your sherbet tastes very good, madam.” Aryan spoke. My mom blushed when he called her Madam. I stared at him; he certainly knows how to impress others.

“You are late…” Aryan said opening the front seat door to me. “I’m sorry…I was just…” He laughed at me. “I was just kidding, okay?”He said.

Sapna was waving to me from her window.. I smiled at her and waved back. “Is she the Sapna?” he asked. I nodded. He waved to her too. Sapna blushed if that was possible, I smiled.

Last year I found a ghost while I was taking a morning walk, I listened intently. He directed me to his home. He gave me some directions to find a hidden thing, in his bedroom. I found it difficult to convince his wife but he kept haunting me about the hidden thing… So one day I broke into their home and he asked me to move his bed aside and remove the center flooring plate. I did as he said and then hidden inside were some documents and some cash, by them time I retrieved his wife entered. She was shocked to see me. I panicked about it and I was sure that I’m dead. I stood frozen with cash and documents in my hand, You should have seen me that time… I was pale. She started to scream and I tried to escape but I wasn’t spontaneous then.

“What did you do then?” I asked curious. The ghost came to my rescue… he asked me to call her by some nickname that is only between them, I did and she stared at me. It took me a whole hour to calm her down and I gave her the money and documents. He saved it for his wife and children when he was alive. He also asked me to give a message to her. She thanked me and said sorry for being rude… I made her promise not to tell anyone about my freaky abilities, she laughed and nodded. He finished and sighed.

I thought about the story for a while and then asked him, “Do you want me to ask her if she has hidden anything from her parents that she wanted to give away?” “Yeah! That’s right.” He said.
“What did you call his wife?” I asked after a while. “I’ll tell you but promise me you won’t laugh…” he said. “Sure, I won’t.” I said. ”Fatso…” he mumbled. I burst into laughter. “What if she didn’t understand that and thought you are calling her fatty…?” I laughed thinking about it. “Yeah! Thank god! She understood it or else she would have killed me for calling that.” He said laughing.

We laughed until we reached his home… Everyone was gathered by the time we reached there, they were practicing skit and Neha didn’t allow us in… She said that there were some improvements that will be a surprise for us at the time of the show.

We went to his room and started practicing our dance. We did it almost 10times until we perfected each step. While we were practicing the 11thtime Neha came in. “We were doing dress rehearsal and I don’t want to spoil the surprise for you…” she said. I nodded. “Have you found a dress to wear?” she asked. “Never mind, we’ll try out mine and find a suitable one for you…” she said.
By afternoon everyone left excited about the next day’s party and they all planned what to wear and what not. Neha, Aryan and I went into her room as soon as they all left. Neha pulled out a bunch of dresses out of her cupboard and asked me to choose whatever I want. I couldn’t choose so she asked to try them out and she shooed Aryan out of her room.

First I tried blue floor length gown, with cap sleeves. I thought it looked good but she asked to try another. I tried next light pink which barely extended up to my knees, she rejected it and after that I tried almost seven dresses which I thought were good. At last I put on a purple floor length gown that fit my body perfectly and I looked good in too. Her face lit up when she saw me in it. “This is it…”she said excited with joy.

“Now… you need some styling.” She said and dragged me to her mom’s room. Mom look at her, he r mom said I was looking great in it. “Mom… I wanted her to have a makeover and you are going to help me with that…” she said. “Sure…”

“So, my darling Megha. Tomorrow you’ll go to college from here…”she said. “Neha…”I started to protest but she hushed me.

“Hey, won’t you show me your dress?” Aryan said peeking into her room. “No, bro. You have to wait until tomorrow…” she said. “Then how will I know what to wear…I mean we need to co-ordinate right?”

“Purple…”she said shutting the door on him. I helped Neha to pick a dress she choose red one, I saw her amazed, I mean she can be fashion chick if she wants to… but she likes to be a tomboy.

I waited for Aryan in the hall while Neha went to call him. I sat there idle staring at the vases when Mr. Mehra walked in.

“Megha…Good to see you again. How are you?”he asked. “I’m good, sir.” I said. He asked me to sit and then he sat opposite to me in another chair. “So…I hear that you are from an orphanage…” He started. I felt uncomfortable discussing that subject. I nodded. “Which orphanage was it?” he asked. “I mean you were brought up really good, look at you; strong, clever, courageous and sensible…”he said waiting for me to reply. “St.Theresa orphanage…” I said. “Where is it?” “It is 120 km away from here, in a small village.” I said.

“Hi…dad.” Aryan said coming towards us. I stood up briskly trying to avoid the questionnaire, Mr. Mehra is good but the way he looks and talks to me is weird.

“I’ll take your leave now, sir.” I said. He smiled. “Drive safe…”he called while we walked to the car.

I told Mom and Sapna everything that happened today. I also said that I couldn’t deny her kindness