I looked at him blankly. I couldn’t understand.
“But, I saw a lady!”
“The wish” he sighed. “Let’s talk over chai. Come, dada. It’s not wise to stand here”
I followed the man out, my curiosity elevated to touch the sky.
“What wish?” I asked “Please tell me everything you know”
“I am Subir Das. I have been living in this neighbourhood for the last fifty years. Ashim, uncle Nishikanto’s son is my friend. We used to play together when we were children.
I gather you don’t know me?”
I remembered then, Ira talking about her brother’s best friend, Subir.
“I have heard about you, that’s it” I smiled.
“About twenty years ago, after the death of uncle Nishikanto, Ashim shifted to south Calcutta. He said it was closer to his workplace.”
Subir sipped on his tea. My curious heart beat faster as an eerie fear gripped my throat.
“Only Irabati, Ashim’s younger sister stayed back in this house. She didn’t marry. For many years, her aunt used to live with her but after her death, Irabati used to live alone. We used to visit her often and keep her company.
Just two years ago, a fatal heart attack took hold of her and she died. Since then, no one goes in the house. Ashim tried to sell the house but somehow, couldn’t. No one liked its atmosphere. Some even said about a ghostly presence. But it is a fact, even I felt her presence sometimes. And today, you saw her!”
I was dumbstruck with pain.
My Ira was dead!
What was the wish Subir was talking about? How will the narrator, Nishir react, what will he do? Who was the lady then and why could only Nishir see her?
Just wait for the last one!