A rainy night, thunderstruck in the sky, suddenly the door of a big desolate Purani Haveli (old Mansion) opens. Sounds of the animals can be heard from the nearby forest. In the darkness of new moon night suddenly a lady with white Saree appears. She turns her face while she walks towards the Haveli. I remained amok to see her eyes red like fire balls, teeth like the vampire and her face feelings reflected as if she was blood thirst. Who are you? I asked shivering in the rain. Bhoot, I am a ghost she replied. I got goose bumps. The so called ghost lady started narrating her pathetic story impulsively. I was a young beautiful and charming girl famous across the village Rangadhampetha. My father was a peasant and we were dependent on a piece of land which was adjacent to the Village heads property. Though from a poor family I was brought up in a traditional culture rich family. We were living a happy life until there was a dispute with the village head over the land. The...
This blog is just to share my views and experience of life. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.