Part
44
Two
more days passed without any event worth any mention and discussion.
That was the day; they would be going to Janaki and their get rid of
Hemant for good. Bali was sitting in his private room and pondering
over all those events those passed in all these years. He was in deep
reminiscence and in that, he was watching all those events those
passed during their life. He remembered very clearly how their
college time leader Khalia instigated that young boy, Hement that
caused the fetal accident and killed him. Youthfulness is good but at
times, it is very bad also. He realized this truth but it was too
late for that. Many other events he remembered in that nostalgia.
What we get in doing all these mischief? There was no point in
bothering on that as it was of no use now. However, those thoughts do
come in mind. He saw in that memory how he developed the hotel, which
he opened with a small sum of only ten thousand. How Sarang helped
him in difficult times and how James would offer beverages to his
hotel on credit so that he can run that hotel properly. He realized
that the three friends he had were his pillars and whatever he is
today is because of them. He remembered how Khalia would come to help
in getting those many licenses and permits to keep the business of
hotel moving properly. During those early days when business was not,
so good he was getting financial help from Sarang whose legal
practice was booming.
Now
he was thinking of forgetting him because he betrayed James at the
point of Hemant. He asked himself, was it a proper way to react? He
remembered the question his wife had asked to which he conveniently
avoided to reply. Yes, if Hemant had approached him and asked him to
kill; would he oblige Hemant? This question told him that there is no
difference in him and Sarang! At a point Bali realized that his one
mind had warned him that to protect him and his family he would
sacrifice all his friends. For him his family was more important than
anything else was in this world. If so, then why blame Sarang for
what he did?
While
he was deeply contemplating on all these thoughts, he was
continuously drinking Whisky of his brand. Gradually that drink was
taking over Bali. Inebriated he was gradually losing control on his
senses. At that time, his wife called him and asked him to do his
super before it is too late. The hotel in that building which
belonged to him provided all the meals they ate. That was the usual
style in their life. His wife cooked only breakfast and tea at early
morning because hotel kitchen would open only after 8:30 am sharp.
While Bali had a habit of taking his morning tea and breakfast at
about seven am.
Bali
took his super with his little daughter Priya. She was small enough
to sit on his lap and was usually fed by him. They together had their
meal and Bali again began to drink. Priya stepped down from his laps
and began to play her game of run and catch all by herself. Bali was
watching her and that gave him pleasure nobody can explain. It was
about 9 pm and things were being settled for that day. Lights from
windows of nearby houses and hotels were dimming their lights and so
darkness was gradually taking over that place. Bali's room had a dim
light barely enough so that they can see each other but not well
enough that they may try to read. Bali was now fully under the
influence of the drink that he was slowly sipping through out that
evening. He was in a way celebrating that evening because the next
day he and his friend Sarang were going to be free of that Hamant's
ghost. However, Bali was not aware of one thing. The spirit of
revengeful Hemant was in his that darkened room looking to him
through its astral eyes. Hemant's spirit looked very ghastly; its
face was pale like chalk and he was looking to both the people in
that room. Priya was playing all by herself only occasionally calling
her father to come and join him in her play of catch-catch. She was
running from the walls of that room to the parapet wall of the
adjacent terrace. She was playing with somebody others cannot see.
She would occasionally converse with him also but that was not
watched by the father who was fully inebriated. That her mate was no
body else, but Hemant. Only she could see her. She would laugh with
him but others could not see him and so it so appeared that she is
laughing all to herself.
Her
father was watching that her innocent play. While he watched, he all
of a sudden saw Hemant standing on the threshold of that door which
joined the room and the terrace. Actually, it was his daughter Priya,
but fully intoxicated Bali felt it is Hemant. On seeing that, Bali
became very angry. He shouted on him but that was Priya and his
shouting did not reach up to her as if she was in a way covered by
the powers of Hemant. Bali got out of the chair he was sitting and
began to walk towards the terrace. He wanted to hold that small sized
Hemant and simply crush him. He had forgotten that it was the ghost
of an already dead person, inebriated that he as. He would see both,
Hamant, as small as his daughter Priya, and then again his daughter.
This switching of appearances puzzled him. The real catch-catch game
began between him and Hemant who would look like Priya to him. Bali
was trying to catch him but could not hold on him, as he was not in a
normal state of consciousness. On one occasion, Hamant's spirit
challenged him to catch him and that spirit climbed on that parapet
wall and standing their called him to catch him. Bali forcefully ran
to that wall, which was not high enough to stop him from falling
down; and that happened fatally. Bali fell from the terrace down on
the street below. It was a big fall. There was no chance that Bali
can survive such a fall. Hemant's ghost was watching the dead body of
Bali. Next to Hemant's ghost was standing ghost of Dhiru butcher
after some time both the spirits vanished. Bali had personally thrown
Hemant from that terrace of their hostel and now he had similar fall.
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