Srilekha Mukherjee is a reputed writer. In Sunday magazine papers, editorials, monthly magazines, weekly every magazine and every festive magazine she used to be selected by all selection committees. It’s why she does have to remain busy round the year in writing.
It’s her daily routine to start writing at 10pm. after having dinnerto continue it for one hour. She has her writing table in a small room on first floor terrace. She lives at her one storied ancestral house along with her sixty years old widow mother.
Tonight a ghost story is planned to be penned on her manuscript. It’s the month of June when sweltering heat has been continuously vexing each resident of the city. Tonight Srilekha’s mom requested daughter not to step up to the terrace room because it’s too small to remain cool. It would be rather better to write in her large airy bedroom but Srilekha didn’t agree.
As usual she staired up to her terrace chamber and started writing. Tonight a ghostly narration was being penned through Srilekha’s creation. When Sri lekha was in tremendous writing zeal suddenly she felt that her room got darkened and her table fan had stopped to tremendous sweating hot. At first Srilekha had guessed out that a loadshedding throughout whole of their area broke out but when she stared at her neighbouring houses she could notice that there’s eleictricity on. Only she had lost her electric connection. More over Srilekha was feeling so suffocating that she was forced to come out of her small room.
There after loitering hither and thither when she came towards the terrace’s railing she met with a young man on the front neighbouring terrace. Surprisingly Srilekha thought,”From where the man had appeared when that building normally remains closed throughout the year?” In the mean time the youngman shattered the silence first, “Madam, are you enjoying fresh air?” Srilekha replied,”I have lost my electric current. So it’s too hot to bear.” The young man answered,”In this locality nobody has lost electricity. This problem is only for you. Any fuse wire must have been burnt down due to short circuit.” Srilekha then lamented,”Oh my god….how can I solve that problem?” The man answered,”That’s no problem when I am here. I do have electrical knowledge to repair any problem. If you don’t have any objection I can help you.”Srilekha told him,”No no, I don’t have any objection. Why should I object it? You are always welcome to my home.”
After speaking like that when Srilekha was heading towards ground floor to open the main door, suddenly she got alert by a male voice,” Madam, I have already got entered in your house. I am behind you.” Srilekha got surprised and asked,” How have you entered here when I’m yet to open the front door ?” The young man at once replied,”I’m not any normal person but a dead soul. In my life I was an eletrician. While working I had been electrocuted to death.”
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