It does not matter how much we grow old but still some instances from the past never let go from the sub-conscious mind. We keep thinking about them as and when, though over the years the frequency starts declining eventually…But this incident was not one of those types because for last 15 years there have not been a single day when I did not think of it. By now I have understood that I can’t run away from it and its the time to speak-up.
15 years ago:
15th August was just a week away and as usual Delhi’s skyline was crowded with kites, of all colours and shapes possible. I was no different from other kids but that day was different I think. Mom, Dad and my little sister Bhawna were out of station to attend a wedding at some relative’s place. I couldn’t go as I had my weekly class test the coming Monday. It could have been the best Saturday if there would be no exam on Monday but unfortunately it was not the case. Anyway I started preparing for the exam pretty early so that I could have my kites flying session in the evening. I was in my room mugging up my subject notes and just in between I heard the sound as if some construction work is going around. The voices of construction workers, tools and everything were so clear and almost seemed to be coming from the very next room. I stopped for once but then thought that could be some construction work going near by.
It was 5 p.m. and I decided to part ways with books and move ahead with the ‘Kite flying’ plans. As we had moved in this house only a month back, I did not have any friends but that did not stop me from my plans. I reached the terrace with all my stuff but it was strange I realized there was no construction work going nearby “so from where did those noises coming?” I thought.
The weather was nice and cool breeze had enough speed to help my kites to gain altitude. I was pretty happy with the achievement but some stupid guy across the lane cut my kite’s string and it started descending and my eyes started following it. I was upset as that was my last kite and I was bit skeptical about the idea of roaming in the streets to search where did it fall as it had started getting dark. I sat down on the pavement…Suddenly a voice came from behind ‘your kite’.. I looked behind it was a boy nearly my age but wore bit shabby clothes. His face was pale and eyes were quite red as if he haven’t slept for few days. I took my kite from him and said “Thanks, by the way how do you know it was my kite?” He said “was watching you..”..really? I thought..
” anyways come again tomorrow but around 5 p.m., we’ll play together” I said.. “OK” he said and walked away. From where did he come? He said he was watching me..and his appearance was too not that normal. All these thoughts flooded my mind but I manged to get normal soon and started watching T.V.
There was a power-cut and DESU people said it would take nearly 2 hours more to rectify the fault. Its almost 4:45 p.m. I thought, why not utilize this time to have fun. I was just thinking and somebody knocked the back door. I opened the door, it was him (that guy). I said ‘Hi’..He just smiled. I was telling him that there is no electricity and as I was saying all this I noticed the cooler behind me got started..I was shocked because there was no electricity and even the switch was not plugged in. I saw at his face, he was staring at the cooler and smiling. His looks had something very strange but I couldn’t figure out what. I tried to ignore the whole thing and moved to the living room to get the kites and stuff. He followed me, it was partially dark inside the room. I noticed, he was continuously staring at the ceiling though there was nothing on it. But his expressions had changed by now..He sat on the floor, I collected guts to go near him and as I started I noticed him crying, his eyes turned blood red and face turned paler. I was shocked once again. I did not know what to do now and why is he crying looking at the ceiling, I had no idea. He got up and without saying a word moved towards the back door, I followed swiftly trying to talk to him. He moved out of the door and as I looked outside I nearly fainted seeing that sight. There was no one in the lane, it was an empty lane. That evening I was so frightened and just kept praying to god and trying to divert my mind from all that happened.
For years I had not talked about this to anyone not even mom and dad. Years passed but this incident did not die inside me. Sometimes I get up suddenly from sleep shouting and crying..and when I’m up I don’t remember the reason I was crying….
In the morning today I heard Dad telling Mom that the house in which we once lived had an accident when it was getting constructed. And in that accident a boy aged 10 years was killed. This conversation chilled down my spine and now I knew what was that 15 years ago.
I hope one day it stops haunting me…….