In the evening Darshan was in his hostel room. The room was a total mess ; books , notes , papers were scattered on the floor while the bed was full of washed and unwashed clothes . He sat on a clear corner of the bed still clutching the phone , his eyes were on the overflowed bookshelf but his mind was lost in somewhere else .
Then he suddenly started
"Oh! Lords! Why on Jag-Ath all the weird things are going on with me ?! Seeing ghosts , hearing them , touching them weren't these enough to make my life supernormal ?! Oh yeah then seeing their memories got added but what about now ?! Dreaming about most unworldly things for months ! And.....and how I could see a alive man's shadow with closed eyes ?! And meeting with the Lord of Death but still being alive ! Wow ! What a crazy mess my life is becoming now ! It seems that it won't stop until it turns me into an unworldly person ! "
Since his birth he could see ghosts , the seeing turned into touching them when he was in his earlier school years . For that his life had never been normal and for an unknown instinctive fear he had distanced himself from normal social life ; never made many friends unless those who just used him for their benefits and as for love life , he dared not to think about to harm someone's normal life . It's not that girls never watched him ; he was handsome , smart but when they could find out him staring at blank places , they definitely avoided him .
His days were pretty average until his college life when he started hearing those ghosts . Then he made friends for the first time ; he talked with them , helped them in their problems , if possible they also helped him in many cases . His life somehow turned a little smooth , but it didn't last long . Almost four years ago he had an accident and went to coma for more than two years . When he woke up he started seeing the memories of ghosts and still didn't know the cause of such upgrade .
Past six months in this university campus were haphazard as a new update entered his brain system ; dreaming about weird places or scenes whenever he slept as if he was watching them in person . Waking up at midnight or very earlier in the morning , shaken , drenched with cold sweat , he could never sleep peacefully .
Suddenly it clicked his nostalgic mind, in that fateful afternoon he was sleeping without having any dreams .
"That's weird , since when I started sleeping like that ? Maybe that's why I saw that shadow ! Or something else is happening with me ? ! , " one of his eyebrows arched in questioning .
Then he remembered his mom's words , "what mom was talking about sleeping the whole day and eating last night's dinner ? Even if it's her death day none can stop her from cooking ! seems that it's not a mere coincidence . I need to talk to mom " he thought and dialled his mom's number .
He tried for several times but the number was dead . He stood up frustratingly , threw the phone on the bed and said "not again ! "
All these years he and his mom lived a bit isolated life , not connecting with too much people . His mom's world circled within hospitals , patients and their home . Whenever there were 'issues' she changed the hospital even their address . Struggling with her job life , she raised him alone . Darshan never saw his father , he just knew his father died in a heart attack before he was born . They never installed telephone connection at home ; even changed their handset numbers for countless times for 'security reasons' in his mom's words as if they were some secret weapons to be abused by others . Whatever the reasons were Darshan never questioned his mom , in his conscience he knew it was improper .
Darshan knew his mom would call him when her new number would be in service then he too had to change his own number . He started collecting the books and papers , piled them neatly on his study table , arranged the washed clothes , kept them in his small wardrobe . After collecting all the unwashed clothes , he went to
wash them and have a shower . When he returned to his room , all freshed , he got ready for it was dinner time already .
When Darshan was again at the First Corner Point he noticed that the accident scene already had been cleared up hours ago . He shook all the earlier scenes off his mind and entered his regular restaurant . It was his favourite one which always provided his all favourite foods whether it's normal time or festive season . He felt strange for first few days but then again isn't his whole lifestyle strange ? He took his usual seat in a dim corner which surprisingly always had been empty . The waiter as usual took Darshan's order which he pretty much had guessed beforehand and went to the kitchen merrily . Darshan never saw who the cook was but the food always had been delicious and healthy for him .
He was staring blankly toward the door , hearing the peoples around him . But when he found out they were talking about the murder at Brinda Avenue and the accident too , he ignored all the buzzing , he had had enough for a day .
Nearby someone's whisper caught his attention ; "do you know those two sitting on the first table are officers , that tall one is rude , he didn't give any details but the other one said that the murderer was the one who died in that accident ........" hearing this Darshan looked forward .
His eyes fell upon a man on the first table whose back was turned to him and his figure blocked his view of the 'tall one' . Darshan's eyes were about to down when suddenly the tall man came out of the other man's cover and looked straight at him . Their eyes met and the man was all smile . Taking his plate he stood up and said something to his fellow officer . Then he started coming to Darshan who was still staring at the man , unblinking . In three long strides the man was already in front of him and with a sweet smile said
"You're very hard to find , now that you are here , I should catch you . "