Parsoti Kaka had 20 cows. Every morning they used to go out to graze after milking these cows. From morning till evening, Parsoti Kaka used to roam from this village to that village, sometimes to the banks of the river, sometimes from this forest to that forest, with the cows and used to go towards the village as soon as the day set. When Parsoti Kaka would go out to graze the cows, he would sometimes take curd, milk etc. along with Sattu and Sukha Poha and when he was hungry, he would sit under the shade of a tree and eat and drink.
Parsoti Kaka never carries water with him nor does he keep a pot. When thirsty, either they drink water from the river, or else they beat them with sticks when they are in the jungle, Sareh (an open field outside the village, where there is no habitation, house, etc.) etc. Breaking them and tying them to one end of his pot and then tying the other end of this pot to one end of the dhoti that he always carried with him, he would draw water by putting it in a well. This method is called Jhonj, not much water comes out in it, but drinking water definitely comes out in 2-3 times.
Once upon a time Parsoti Kaka fell ill. Now who will take their cattle for grazing? They were very upset because even for a day, when there was a delay in grazing these cows, they used to talk and used to huff and pee near the peg and used to chatter so much that the place around the peg was filled with soil stained with cow dung and till they were Can't be opened, keeps on crying.
One day passed, two days passed but Parsoti Kaka's health did not improve. In these two days, Parsoti Kaka used to put straw or hay-grass etc. in front of the cows and showed them water etc. but the cows would drink water when they were thirsty, but did not take the name of eating straw etc. and restlessly roamed around the pegs. Would do In these two days, some cows even broke their tying rope and started running to graze. Parsoti Kaka somehow managed to control these cows.
Even on the third day, when Parsoti Kaka's health did not improve, he sent a message and called his brother-in-law's son Ghanesar from his in-laws' house. Ghanesar was a teenager of sixteen-seventeen years and was very handsome and well-built. As soon as Ghanesar arrived, he took over all the work of his uncle.
Ghanesar was a very intelligent boy. He used to wake up every day at 3 in the morning and study till 5 o'clock after dealing with daily activities and after that he would go out to graze the cows. He never forgets to carry his book bag with him. Leaving the cows to graze at some grazing place, he used to study sitting under the shade of a tree etc.
Once upon a time, while grazing the cows, Ghanesar went far away in a forest. The forest was not very dense but was covered with many bushes. It was afternoon and now Ghanesar was also feeling thirsty. Leaving the cows to graze, Ghanesar started running here and there in search of water in the forest. Suddenly he saw a very old well under a banyan tree.
The well was very old, but its edge seemed to have been recently built with burnt bricks. Without delay, Ghanesar plucked the green leaves of some bushes in the forest and made a bundle by tying them in his pot, then tied a dhoti to one end of the pot like his uncle and hung it in the well. But the surface of the water in the well was very low and the jhojh could not reach the water.
He tried a million times, adopted new tricks, still could not reach the water. Now he was drenched in sweat and while wiping the sweat on his head with a dhoti, sat on the wall of the same well and started thinking. Then Payal's chham-chham voice interrupted his order of thinking. When he looked back, at some distance, tinkling her anklets with the gait of a deer, with a slight smile on her face and slight redness on her cheeks, a young girl was walking towards him.
With a speechless mind, he started drinking the juice of that teenager's make-up. Don't know what was the magic in that girl that as she was getting closer, Ghanesar was getting lost in her unmatched beauty.
Coming closer, the girl mischievously asked Ghanesar, "Are you thirsty?" Ghanesar, who was staring at the beauty of the girl, nervously nodded in yes. The girl went further and reached the world of the well, made an anjali with both her hands and bowed down in the well. Ghanesar was still lost in that teenager.
In fact, there was something in that girl which was intoxicating Barbas Ghanesar, he was being attracted towards her. The girl filled her anklet with water from the well and proceeded towards Ghanesar.
Without saying anything, Ghanesar also made an anjali of his hands and put it in his mouth. Kishori started pouring water from her Anjali into Ghanesar's Anjali and Ghanesar also started drinking the water in the form of nectar. Yes, it was a different matter that half of the water was falling down from Ghanesar's Anjali as he was drinking water as well as the attractiveness of that girl's face.
Neither that teenager's Anjali's water was running out, nor was Ghanesar's thirst taking the name of being quenched. This process of giving and drinking water went on for about half an hour and when the girl felt that this person was doing less water but more work of gazing at her, then she said a little uneasily, “And Should I drink or just?" Now again Ghanesar said something, only shook his head in no.
After this, the girl again asked Ghanesar in a drunken voice, “Shall I go now?” Then Ghanesar nodded in yes. Don't know where the girl got lost in the forest due to the trick of the deer. Ghanesar sat quietly on the edge of that well for some time, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, got up and walked towards the cows. While moving in the direction of the cows, Ghanesar was humming some love song.
Ghanesar reached home with the cows. Today he seemed very happy and used to break into some love song every now and then. His hunger and thirst had disappeared and he did not eat anything at night even after his aunt told him lakhs and went to sleep on his cot. Sleep had completely disappeared from his eyes and he did not know why a pleasant uneasiness was tormenting him.
He would sometimes get up from the cot while lying down, and after humming something or taking a few steps, would lie down on the cot again. He didn't quite understand what he was doing or why this was happening to him. Suddenly he woke up and started seeing a dream and this dream was nothing but his activities of the day.
He saw himself going to the forest to graze the cows, then sitting on the well and then the girl coming and giving him water. Seeing so much of the dream, or should we say that he became giddy as soon as he remembered it, but remembering the incident that happened next, something happened that he was stung and he spit. Suddenly Ghanesar did not know what thought that he sat up in fear.
Without delay, he took out a match from the matchbox kept at the bedside and lit the Dhebri kept nearby. The drops of sweat on his forehead could be clearly seen in the dim light of Dhebri. Can you tell why this happened to him? In fact, the question cropped up in his mind that how did that teenager get water out of such a deep well by making an anjali of his hand and at the same time he drank water for so long, yet why was that teenager not taking the name of the water of Anjali getting exhausted. ?
He had heard many incidents of ghosts, suddenly came out of his mouth… Bhootni…. After this, Ghanesar spent the whole night sitting in the light of Dhebri in fear.
Early in the morning, frightened Ghanesar left for Sareh with the cows. He immediately thought in his mind that now he will not go towards that forest even by mistake, but somewhere in his mind the memories of that girl were taking a toll.
Unwillingly, the unique beauty of that girl used to wander in front of his eyes and make him realize her attractiveness. Leaving the cows to graze in Sareh, he sat under a mango tree by the side of a dry pit nearby and started thinking about the girl. He did not know why it seemed to him that he had known the teenager for a long time, that he was familiar to her.
Remembering the beautiful mischievous face of that teenager, Sahama Ghanesar used to smile suddenly. Sitting under that tree, thinking, Ghanesar did not realize when the sun appeared on his head and started playing hide and seek with him from among the branches and leaves.
Ghanesar got up and walked towards the cows. After cooing the cows to one pass, he again came under that tree. Coming under the tree, Ghanesar folded the dhoti that was on his shoulder and laid it down and put the pot under his head and lay down there.
Few shepherds or farmers were visible in Sareh. There was nothing to fear as it was day and Rajmatiya Kaki was collecting dry wood that had fallen from the trees on one side of that dry forge. Ghanesar woke up while lying down, did not know when he fell asleep.
But even in his sleep, he was looking scared, but sometimes a minute smile would come on his face, it seemed that he was watching a fight between a ghost and a deity, the ghost's monstrous form was scaring him. The deity dominating that ghost was making him happy.
The sleeping Ghanesar did not know what happened that he was startled and sat up. In fact, it seemed to him that someone was threading velvety fingers through his hair and caressing him intermittently. Not seeing anyone around, he felt this illusion, but he did not sleep again and sat down and started thinking about that girl again. Suddenly a strong wind arose and started rustling and circling around it.
He was feeling a strange love in that circle of air. That wind slowly she stood near him thinking of a teenager and smilingly said, "Since yesterday you are thinking about me, aren't you?" Again Ghanesar spit and nodded in yes.
The girl giggled and said, “Koi apno se dharta hai? No need to be afraid of me. I have not come to scare you, but to make you feel familiar. After this I don't know why, Ghanesar's fear subsided a bit and he started gazing at the unique beauty of that teenager again. This series went on for some time and again the girl disappeared from there smiling.
Now-a-days Ghanesar started spending a lot of time with that girl. Both of them were now openly talking to each other. Ghanesar used to tell her human stories, things from his village and home and that girl would tell about her people, interesting parts of her life. Eventually, they both became so close that they swore to live and die together forever.
Did Ghanesar find that ghostly girl as his own? After all, what things did that ghost used to tell about her world to Ghanesar. The curtain will rise from all these mysterious things in the next and last part of this story. How was this ghostly fantasy story? Let me know your thoughts so that I can complete this story as soon as possible and serve it to you.
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