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It Happens Again !

Katha Sagar It Happens Again

“Dad, Tushar uncle has come” the voice from the hall disturbed my morning newspaper reading routine. It was my daughter Kalpana.  I was surprised to see Tushar at the door after a long time. We have been childhood friends and we discuss everything under the sky right from the school days.

“So tell me Tushar, what brought you today in this morning to me?

“Nothing special, just wanted to pay you a visit and enquire about your well being.”

“Oh, thank you very much for your kindness. By the way, I smell something curious in your face. You never pay sudden visits, that too in this morning. Tell me what is that I can do for you?” I wanted to know his purpose of visit. May be he is planning for his son’s marriage.

Tushar spoke after a small pause, “I happen to hear things from your daughter yesterday. Sounds ridiculous, Roy! You seem to have grown old and you need to take rest from this headmaster job, you do in the local school.”

“Rest!! I need one, but I’m perfectly fine. But what did you hear from her?” I enquired. I knew about what he is going to ask.

“Kalpana told me that you talk to her about your past…” He stopped abruptly.

I guessed right. She has told this to Tushar. Now I cannot hide things from him. He would not rest in peace without knowing things from me. I’ve been discussing this only with my daughter. Now time has come to tell this to my friend as well.

“Yes Tushar,” I spoke, “I started remembering my previous birth.”

“What?” He stared at me in bewilderment.

“I saw my death. I wanted to discuss this with someone. Someone, who can understand me better, so I’m telling this to you,” I said.

“Roy, trust me as how you trusted me before. Tell me what happened to you. I’ll try to help you any time.”

“I see my past. My memory registers feeble scenes from my previous birth. I was a human being. I remember myself sitting in an old hall with people sitting in their chairs and tables. The walls are not white washed recently. The dried stains of dirty rain water mixed with dust remained unwashed.”

“Oh that sounds like an office, then…”

“An old clock was ticking and the pendulum oscillating left and right. I sit in a small counter and dispensing small sheets of colorful paper bits. I see crowd. They always come to me asking for this. I give them for money.”

“I see. This sounds strange!” He replied.

“I remember the building. It is kind of very old. Not properly maintained. Something like that of very old government building.”

“So you must have been working in some government office, I guess” He said.

“May be, I guess”

“So what happened then?”

“Actually it’s not a sequence of events. They are randomly scattered events. I remember them here and there.”

“Hmmm…so tell me, what else do you remember from your previous birth?” Tushar became interested.

“I went to meet my friend; he was working in some local school”

“Uncle Coffee…” Kalpana interrupted.

“Thanks…” Tushar picked the tumbler from the plate and both of us again became serious in the discussion.

“You went to meet your friend?” Tushar linked my previous statement.

“Yes, I went to meet him. Just then I was about to leave, I remember giving him something.” I said sipping the coffee from the ‘ever silver’ tumbler.

“Sounds interesting!!”

“I gave him something and when I came out of the house, he came running towards me and said something. I have no clue on what he said.”

“That’s so sad Roy. You should recollect things better.”

“But you know what happened after that? It is important.” I said.

“Tell me quick. I got to go.”

“I died. I died of heart attack. May be due to the information he said about me.”

“About you?” Tushar looked puzzled, and he took something out of his bag and said, “Roy, this thing I want to give you. I just came for this as well”

“What is that?” I asked looking at the small parcel.

“Money Order” He answered, “I saw this money order and your address in the envelope. I thought I can take this opportunity to come and meet you.”

“Oh, thanks a lot. My brother has sent this.  He owes me this amount sometime back. Now he is returning this to me.” I was happy.

“Well then, I have to go. I have work in the office. I’ll come in the evening and will discuss the rest of your story.” Tushar was in hurry to leave.

“Okay, thanks for dropping by. I’ll recollect more and let you know much more details.” I said and he left my room.

“Bye uncle. Do come when you are free in the evening. My father would be happy to spend time with you.” I could hear Kalpana’s voice from the hall.

I wanted to sink again in the newspaper, but something struck me suddenly. I dashed towards the door and called “Tushaaaar……..”

He looked back.

“I remember something now.” I said in a hurry.

“What?” Tushar looked confused standing outside the house.

“I went to meet my friend who was working in the school” I said.

“Roy, you said this already, I have to leave now.”

“Yes, I do remember that. But I didn’t tell you what he was.”

Tushar looked irritated, “Okay tell me what he was”

“He was the headmaster of the school” I said.

“But what significance it has with you now. Good that you remembered now. Shall I leave? I have to be in my seat in another fifteen minutes. I’ve to dispense….”

Before Tushar could complete, I couldn’t control my curiosity to tell him this thing, “I remember one more thing now” I said in hurry without letting him speak.

“Roy, you are confused. Go and take some rest. I’ll be back in the evening and let us discuss this in leisure, I have to….”

I interrupted him, “In my last birth, I was working in the post office in the stamp dispensing counter” I blasted.

On hearing these words from my mouth, Tushar stood still as if hit by a high voltage surge and dropped in the floor, holding his chest and writhing and squiggling on the sandy road outside. A crowd gathered in the street lifting him and leading him to the nearby hospital. I couldn’t see the sight of my friend in that state and I ran towards the crowd.

Before anything could be done, he was no more. Doctor informed us that he passed away due to heart attack.

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The next day morning, I was reading the newspaper. My heart stopped for a second, reading the headlines in the local column of the page. The small rectangular piece of column bore these words in black and bold

“Family & Friends offers condolences to Tushar, a resident of Ramnagar, who was working in the local post office in the stamp dispensing counter attained almighty’s abode.

May God give him eternal rest and may his soul rest in peace.”

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P.S:- It happens again!

THE END


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Kalyan Varadarajan

This is Kalyan Varadarajan, an engineering graduate in Electrical & Electronics currently working as a Software Engineer in a service based firm in Chennai. I'm also an avid blogger, designer and an amateur short novel writer. Tamil, Hindi and English are the languages I know apart from C and COBOL :D

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  • Surreal stuff, man. Proper suspense stories with open questions even in the end.
  • Thanks Dude!!!
  • The ending was a bit disappointing. Also imagine one's best friend dying suddenly and the next day one is sitting at home calmly reading the news paper instead of being with the bereaved family.
  • Yea its a disappointing one for the Narrator!! But after his friend's death he just cant keep weeping, so the next day started for him so calm ofcourse he is emotionally down! What else he can do?

    Thanks for dropping by!! :)
  • Very interesting story Kalyan :)
    It had a gripping narration and that kept me glued till the end.
    Keep up the good work and good luck for the contest.

    Cheers!!
  • Thanks a lot Chatterbox!! :) Wish u the same!
  • This story is confusing. Why does the friend straightaway accept the narrator's statements as factual? If he heard of past life memories from the daughter, wouldn't he be more likely to think the narrator delusional? Why does the narrator immediately pick this one memory to narrate to him? And while it is a twist to the audience that Tushar works at the Post Office, the narrator knows it. Wouldn't he make the connection before telling him (and possibly risking his life)?
  • @Arun: Hmmm..lots of questions!! But there is no specific reason for the narrator to narrate the particular instance! It is just a story. So you have to enjoy it without much investigation :D

    And moreover his friend just listens to him as he is a friend. And the friend is hearing this for the first time from the narrator's daughter. So he didn't give much thought about it.
  • I'm feeling guilty of not able to find time to read others' stories!! All becoz of my work schedule! I'll definitely do this weekend. I wanna read every story slowly and would like to feel every word!

    Thanks guys!! Keep coming & do lemme know ur views!! :)

    ciao!
  • barnali
    Nice Story. I think that in today's world of unconventional story writing, grammar and language are in the back seat, so I do not confirm with the policy of judging a work based on those cannons. I think your story is beautifully written almost Maupassant-ian in quality. With a little more work your dialogue and construction of sentences would be immaculate. Wish you all the best in the contest and best of luck in your literary endeavour.

    Cheers!
    Barnali
  • Thanks a lot Barnali!!
  • I see a paradox here. Barnali you say "in today's world of unconventional story writing, grammar and language are in the back seat," but then you conclude that "With a little more work your dialogue and construction of sentences would be immaculate." Isn't that what the previous commentators mean when they are talking about grammar or language?
  • @Vivek: What ever she said!! It ultimately leads to the fact that she liked the story a lott!! She may just wanted to give me a hint that I may look into improving the construction of sentences in general! :) though she feels the former!
  • Sid
    The story is nice one. So like history repeats itself... :)
  • Thanks Sid!!!

    hehe....yea kind of 'History repeats itself' thingy!But not exactly that! :D
  • That's a nice story with a good twist of an ending. Very good read Kalyan
  • Thanks a lot Ranjana!!!

    I'm glad that u liked this piece a lot!! :)
  • Thanks Nishith!!

    I'm glad that u liked it!!

    Kalyan
  • mukidve
    @Kalyan:
    I enjoyed this story ! And I was reading really fast to find out what happens in the end :), it had me that engrossed !
    However, I felt it to be a bit weak on the grammatical and construction side, specially when it comes to the dialogues. I know sometimes in real life we do tend to speak in an informal way, but in a story that tends to jar a bit and takes the enjoyment away :-|
  • Thanks Mukidve!!

    I'm wondering if I really miss on the Grammatical side!! I'll look into it. Thanks for letting me know.

    I'm very much happy that my story kept u engrossed!!
  • Kalyan , sorry had not commented till now. That was a nice story while
    I had prejudged reincarnation the ending jolted me. I would agree with
    Mano - mukidve- that grammar could have been better in places..

    Hope you like the new photos. :-)
  • Thanks Madhu!!

    Yea I did like the new pics!! Awesome collections! Good Collections!! :)
  • Nashsingh
    Kalyan
    This is an amazing story! Grammar and flow are almost perfect (although the dialogues seem a little stilted, but I should read it again). Overall appeal is good. Although thrilling you revealed a lot more.

    Keep it up!
    regards
  • Thanks Nishith!!

    I'm glad that u liked it!!
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