Momentary Life, Live It Like A King Size

Hello my fabulous readers. A very good day to you all. After a long time, I decided to pen down a horror story and so today I am a ghost writer. To begin with, my favorite disclaimer. This story is fictional. The characters in this story are fictional and it has nothing to do with the real world. This story is nothing but just my imagination. So just read and forget. and blah blah.

6 friends; Neeta, Suhana, Lavita, Sharad, Aman and Vicky, went to a cozy destination. All were very excited as they met after many years. But there was one more friend, Dhiraj,  who had recently died due to illness. So they had to leave that emotion behind and decided not to stress themselves and enjoy this vacation. After visiting nearby sightseeings, they all decide to go back to the hotel, by walking. But the driver was requesting them not to walk. Because he had just heard about Diraj’s death. and he was a little superstitious. Still the friends decided to walk.

After walking for a few minutes, there was silence. One of them took Dhiraj’s name. Upon taking his name, one-by-one starting recollecting all memories attached with Dhiraj. But Neeta started talking negatively about him. Neeta claimed that Dhiraj was not at all a good guy and she is very happy about his death. Others were not so happy with the remarks given by this girl. Neeta didn’t go into detail and they all continued to walk. They reached the hotel room. All were upset and continuously thinking about Neeta’s remark.

Neeta, upon reaching her room, took a quick shower and decided to watch TV. She opened the drawer for the TV’s remote control. In that drawer, there was one envelope, with her name written on it. When she opened the envelope, there was blank paper. She was confused. “What’s this? Why is my name written on it? And why is this blank?”. She kept on thinking about it. She didn’t have a peaceful sleep.

Next day, Neeta was thinking whether to share this incident with her friends or not. Since Neeta had already spread negativity last night, and hence she didn’t want to spoil her friend’s mood again. She decided not to share things. But Aman came shouting at her. Neeta was clueless. After sometime, Vicky also came shouting at her. Upon asking they said that Neeta knocked the door, middle of the night, left one envelope on the door. The envelope had their name, with a note saying “From, Neeta”. 

“I have not done that? Why would I do that? And even if I pranked, why would I write my own name? What kind of prank is this? Then, what did you do after receiving this envelope?”, asked Neeta.
“I came to your room, I knocked on the door many times. Even called you. But you neither opened the door nor you picked up the call”, said Vicky.
Neeta –  “No phone calls from you dear. Please stop this nonsense. And I was awake almost the whole night. No sign of knocking the door. You must have knocked someone else’s door.”
Vicky – “This is your number, right? check your phone”.
Neeta – “See, no calls. Aman, what did you do after receiving the envelope?”
Aman – “What an idiot you are Neeta, I came to your room. I was in your room the whole night. Infact In morning, I left your room. We had a chat about Dhiraj. You told me the whole truth about Dhiraj.”

Neeta was perplexed. She didn’t understand what was going on.
Neeta – “Aman. What rubbish Aman. I was alone in my room. And you were not around. In fact I too received an envelope. But it was in drawver. But my note is empty. I decided not to discuss this with you all because yesterday I had spoken enough. I didn’t want to spoil this trip. I seriously don’t know what’s going on. I didn’t write any letters to you. I didn’t knock on your door. My door was not knocked. I didn’t get Vicky’s call and I was not with you, Aman. What’s going on?”

They all were silenced. Sharad suggested a handwriting match. But it was typewritten.
Neeta – “See, this is typewritten. Where the hell will I find a computer or typewriter to write this nonsense?”

After all this mess, they decided to leave the matter and go sightseeing. All were waiting in the lobby. But Suhana was late. She said she will take some time because her stomach is upset. Lavita decided to stay with Suhana. and the rest all went to play indoor games. After some time, Lavita came crying.
Lavita – “Where is suhana? I was in her room. She was in the bathroom. So I didn’t disturb her. But she took too long. I went to check on her. When I knocked on the bathroom door, she didn’t respond. Upon knocking and pushing the door hard, the door opened. But no one was inside. Where is Suhana? She is not in her room. She is not in the bathroom. “

Everyone rushed to Suhana’s room. She was not there. They all checked the hotel. Tried her cell phone. but she didn’t pick. No sign of Suhana. Police were called to check the whole hotel. Now, it is more than 24 hrs. No sign of Suhana. She is still missing. All friends were in the lobby, waiting and trying her cell phone. Next day, Suhana shows up for breakfast. They all panicked.

Suhana – “What happened? Why are you asking such questions? You all forgot kya? We had a night stay at that campfire? Morning 5am we all came back.”
Lavita = “We all? Who we all? We all were here in the hotel. Didn’t went anywhere. We all were searching for you. Even filed a complaint in the police station. With whom did you go to campfire?”
Suhana – “What rubbish? of course you all were there. Ask the driver.”

Police did a detailed investigation. Suhana kept on saying that they all were at a campfire and came back in the morning, 5am. Even the driver confirmed the same. But all other friends were denying it. Police went to the campfire site and they said, no one came except one girl with her driver. Suhana was in shock. but instead of the driver, they pointed at Sharad and said, “Suhana was here with her driver Sharad”.

How come Sharad will be at 2 places at the same time? Everyone was scared as shit. Even the Police were confused now what to do. No one’s statement was matching with the other’s. They all were scared as hell and decided to come back to their hometown.

On the day of checkout, Aman got a phone call from the police. Police said they have found Sharad’s body. Aman was scared as hell. Because Sharad was right in front of him. If Sharad is dead, then who is this boy in front of him? And  if he is alive then whose body did the police find? Aman ran from the room. Sharad was confused and he too started running behind him. Aman shouting like hell. All the other friends came out of the room. Aman explained what happened in the room. Sharad started laughing.
Sharad – “You idiot. I am alive and I am not a ghost. Police must have found someone else’s body. Or the police must have dialed the wrong number. Let’s all go to the police station and check.”

They all went to the police station. The police were shocked to see Sharad alive. and they all were shocked to see Sharad’s look-a-like dead body. As if Sharad had a twin brother. Police and friends were clueless. “Is this real?”.Many questions were unanswered. Police decided to check everything from the start. They were told each and everything in detail but got nothing in hand.

Main Plot:
Dhiraj and Neeta were caring and Neeta was serious about the relationship. She wanted marriage. But Dhiraj denied and they had a breakup. Neeta was very angry at him. But their relationship was private. and hence nobody knew about their affair. Neeta wanted to tell this to everyone but soon Dhiraj died due to illness. Now, even if Neeta tells everyone about their relationship, nobody will believe her. Day and night, Neeta became more upset and she wanted peace. When on vacation, Neeta tried to tell everyone but her fear came true and nobody believed her. And soon a series of incidents happened.

If this is Dhiraj’s soul then why is he harassing Neeta? Actually, Dhiraj didn’t wanted to harass Neeta. He just wanted to communicate with her and wanted to tell her that he is a good guy. He didn’t marry her just because he knew that he would die soon. But Aman knew about Dhiraj’s health condition and also about the relationship with Neeta. And hence Dhiraj decided to communicate with Aman so that through Aman, Neeta’s all questions will get answered. So was the envelope scene. That night, Aman had actually gone to Neeta’s room and they had a discussion the whole night. But Aman played here. Aman didn’t say anything good about Dhiraj. In fact, Aman lied and in that he won Neeta’s attention. Dhiraj was scattered to see this. And hence he played the envelope game with Vicky as well. Just to scare Aman, Vicky and Neeta. Neeta, on the other hand, lied the next day and said that she was alone in the room and was awake the whole night.

After the Night scene with Neeta, when Aman left her room in the morning, he got caught by Suhana. But Suhana chose to keep quiet about the new relationship with Neeta. Dhiraj was mad like hell. He decided to teach her a lesson. So the next day Suhana went to a campfire with everyone. But everyone was at the hotel. and in Campfire’s management eyesight only Suhan and Sharad were there. Suhana will never get her answer with whom she went to campfire? Why all are denying, etc.

After coming out from Neeta’s room, and after getting caught by Suhana, Aman went to Sharad’s room. Aman grossly talks about Neeta. He revealed everything to him. To which Sharad also decided to play dirty with Neeta.  Dhiraj cried in hell. Neeta was not at all in safe hands. So he created an image of Sharad’s dead body. Now, Sharad has many questions. “Whose dead body was that? Who went to a campfire with Suhana? etc”.

After all the investigation, everyone found it a little weird. But Neeta understood about this paranormal activity. She went to her room, sat quietly and thought of Dhiraj. She understood each and every play. She felt very bad for Lavita and Vicky, because they had to go through this unnecessarily. Still Neeta has few complaints. When Dhiraj loved her so much then why didn’t he tell her the truth about his illness. If Dhiraj wanted the relationship to be private, Neeta would have kept it private and she would have agreed to all his terms and conditions. If Dhiraj would have spoken truth to Neeta beforehand, then Neeta would have not fallen for Aman and spoil her future and also Lavita and Vicky would be stress free.

Life is short. Keep it simple. If you know your future, at least inform your loved ones. So that you enjoy every moment with them. Don’t depend on a third person to do that. You never know who and when the person will change. Do your best in that moment, and God will do the rest.  

Hope you like my post. Do like and comment. Pingbacks will be appreciated. Also, do check out my other story tales.

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My Daughter’s Thoughts

Hello my fabulous readers. A very fantastic day to you all. Today Im thrill to announce my daughter’s blog. Yes, you read it. My daughter has decided to pen down her thoughts on her own blog.

My daughter is 7 years old and very excited about her first blog. Please ignore the grammatical mistakes because I decided not to edit her notes, apart from adding videos, photos and tags. Because I can’t teach all that to my daughter.

So without wasting any time, here are the details.

Site Name: My Little Thoughts

Author: Naisha Vakil

Link: menaisha.wordpress.com

Her latest post: multiplication

A humble request to all my wordpress subscribers to like and follow. Commenting will be disable as of now. Will see that later.

Thanks alot. Do enjoy her reading as well.

What’s Cooking?

Hello my fabulous readers. A very happy reading to you all. We women need to know how to cook. That’s the taboo which has been practiced for many years. And even today, we women laugh / question other women who don’t know how to cook. What’s the big deal, if we women don’t know how to cook? But unfortunately, yes, it’s a big deal. But according to me, everyone should know at least basic cooking sense. Obviously, this will help them in your bad times.

The first wave of covid, people who rely on maggie suffered a lot because even maggie was out of stock. These people never made anything apart from maggie. So, requesting you all to learn cooking. Not for others but for yourself.

So what’s cooking at your home now? Dal Chawal (lentil soup and rice) or Chapati Bhaji (flat bread and vegetable). Well, I have prepared tea to write this article. But my cooking style (writing) is different. So, let’s play what’s cooking?

God has given us a precious mind to think about. But our mind thinks by itself. That means the mind is cooking his own food for himself. My mind’s favorite food is “what-if”. So when the mind starts playing this game with you,  you start cooking according to their wish. Mind says, “What  if she doesn’t come one time?” and you start cooking, “I will fight with her, I will do this, I will do that” and etc etc. And after playing for hours, suddenly your mind will say, “I’m hungry now. I’m tired. What’s cooking for me?”. To which my reply, “To hell with your food, I will swiggy it.”

Back in my golden days, I was fond of horror movies a lot. Stuck-in-mind-horror movies have different levels of games to play. After watching a horror movie, especially at night, suddenly your eyes catch something. “What’s cooking?” asked the spirit / ghost / witch (that depends on you, who the dead person is). Your Brain suddenly starts cooking, all the Slokas and Mantras. Obviously, you will not cook maggie for the witch. But what if you don’t know the recipe of slokas and mantras? What if you don’t know how to cook Hanuman Chalisa? For that, you must have amazon music or spotify or any music app. But subscription is must. Else you will end up listening to 3 minutes ads.

If I come across any handsome guy, I automatically turn into a passionate chef.  And come on guys, who doesn’t turn into a professional chef? The pan gets hot, the spices and aroma of romance get cooked. Butterflies in the stomach start to flutter. Different toppings make us smile and shy. And you completely forget about calories and diet. 

But sometimes, this “what’s cooking” question irritates me a lot. Especially me as a married person. Because we have to keep on cooking one food on the other. Cooking is not at all my passion. Yes, I prepare my own food but still, staying in the kitchen for long makes me ask this same question to myself again and again. and then the mind starts playing the cooking game with me. 

Overthinking not only makes our mind tired, but it also makes us tired and also ruins our day. So let’s try to reduce this game from our end only. We should know how to control our mind.

So, Aaj Khaane Me kya Banau? Do read this as well. Hope you all enjoyed reading my time-pass content. Do like and comment. Pingback will be appreciated.