Lady with a Black Car
By Hiranya Borah
Copyright 2016 Hiranya Borah
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Even after my repeated assertion that I do not have any special power to communicate with souls, many people now think that I have that special power. Though I repeatedly say that I personally have never come across any ghost so far in my life, many started doubting my assertion. I again repeat my assertion that I have no power to communicate with souls and personally I am yet to meet a ghost.
However, I feel sometimes, journey of a soul cannot be ended with death. It is like travelling in different modes covering different terrains.
This story is about a real girl who used to drive very fast and after one year she had gone missing from my radar. I have told many people about this particular girl and always pray to God, she should be hale and hearty. Recently when I told about this girl to a young colleague, Miss Salvi, she suggested me to write about her. So this fictitious story came up. Therefore, it is a mere fictitious story having no relation with any living or dead person. If any similarity is found it is a mere coincidence only.
I am thankful to the readers, well-wishers and family members for encouraging me to write something on something! Thanks to Shakespir for providing me the platform to publish this story.
Chapter I: Lady with a Black Car
She was fast, real fast in driving her i-10 Hundai car. Continuously I saw her black car zipping past my car for a year in 2009-10 while returning home from my office in the evening. The car used to overtake my car in a break neck speed on Lodhi Road between the Safdarjung Tomb and CGO Complex turn. Despite of my best efforts, I could not see the face of the girl properly. However, I could find out that she had short cut hair; but not boys’ cut. I cannot be sure, whether she was beautiful or not; but again I could able to know that she was fair; I could guess this from her neck line. However, I can guarantee that her favourite colour was black; because her car was black and in ninety percent cases she was wearing black dress; from Black saree to black blazer. It will be wrong if I claim that I was indifferent to her; I was always very much interested to know about the young lady with the black car.
After almost one year of sighting the comet (the lady with the black car), it vanished into the thin air. I felt a void in my heart. What happened to her? Whether she had changed her timing? Whether she met an accident? Whether she had changed her route? Whether she changed her car? Whether she had changed her residence? Whether she had been transferred out of Delhi? If she was unmarried, had she been married to someone? Whether she started keeping a driver? There were another hundred questions about that unknown girl! But not a single answer!
In due course of time, I started forgetting her.
Chapter II: Lady with a black Suit
Recently I was transferred to another ministry in the same capacity. In any new office, irrespective of your designation and irrespective of length of service, you are not comfortable for few days and in some cases even for few months. Due to very long stay in my earlier office, coming out of that comfort zone, I felt like fish out of water for some time. The work culture in every office is different from other one. Naturally, in the new office, I found work culture is different from my earlier office. My earlier office was research oriented and the present office is execution oriented. So sometimes I felt myself like a fool!
After getting a snub from my boss when I was sitting in my cabin like a sack of rice with a vague look, a lady with a black dress stormed into my room without knocking, without taking any permission to enter my room.
‘Sorry sir, I crash gate to your room. I have come to your room just for our introduction. I am Veena, Veena Prajapati. I heard many things about you, sir. You write books and can communicate with ghosts and so on! I know that our combination will rock!’ She said all these sentences in few seconds.
‘You are right, I write something on something, not a specialist writer with high calibre. I wrote two books pretending that I can communicate with ghosts. But those are all bull shits! I cannot communicate with any ghost. Even in my fifty-four year of journey of life I never come across with any ghost!’ I slowly clarified my stand on communicating with ghosts.
‘I shall discuss on this particular topic on another day. By the way, how do you like our office?’ With a mysterious smile, she asked me.
‘It is fine, I am trying to adjust in this atmosphere.’ I told with a sigh.
‘I understand your problem. But do not worry sir, you will be able to adjust here soon.’ With another mystic smile she comforted me.
‘Today I am little bit busy. I shall come to meet you again soon to discuss about your abilities to see ghost and regarding other powers God has given to you.’ Without waiting for any reaction from my side she went out of the room like a bullet out of a pistol.
A few minutes later when one of my subordinate met me, I asked him about Veena. To my surprise he feigned ignorance about a lady named Veena working in this office.
‘How long you have been working here?’ I asked him.
‘Last three years, sir.’ His answer perplexed me further. But I did not ask any more question on Veena.
Chapter III: Lady with a Black Purse
After few days, another lady with a very beautiful black purse gate crashed to my room. ‘I am Karuna, Veena’s sister!’ She introduced herself.
I was about to laugh. But controlling my laugh I asked her, ‘So you are Veena’s sister! Tell me one thing, why you are moving in a break-neck speed always. Do your parent also move so fast?’
‘Yes, sir. We all always walk fast, talk fast, run fast, think fast and drive fast! Sometimes, we gain something and sometimes we lose something for this particular habit! But we are happy about it.’ She smiled in a mystic way.
‘How many brothers and sisters you have?’ I asked her.
‘We are three sisters. Veena is the eldest, then I am and third one is Amita. Our surname is Bhardwaj. Veena married to a Prajapati. We are yet to get our match!’ She giggled.
‘I am notorious for my mingling with ladies of all ages. Many seniors are unhappy about this! For your gate crashing habit any other officer would have been unhappy with you. But I cannot be unhappy with any beautiful lady. That is my weak point!’ I tried to convey my displeasure of their gate crashing habit.
But she smiled and said, ‘I know sir, my sister told me how you can win over any lady’s heart.’
‘She knows many things about me. But I am yet to know anything about her.’ I said sarcastically.
‘Sir, your sarcastic talk is also interesting and loved by girls and became fan of you. I am no different from any other common girl. But I have to go now. Otherwise Veena will be unhappy for irritating you.’ She left my room like her elder sister.
Chapter IV: Lady with a Black Saree
When finally Amita gate crashed to my room before she opened her mouth, I said quickly, ‘You need not have to introduce yourself; you are Amita, younger sister of Veena and Karuna. Am I right?’
‘Yes sir, you are right. Veena has told me to meet you. I am not staying in this city for last six years after Veena met that horrible accident!’
‘When she met the accident? Where?’ I was intrigued a little bit.
‘For detail of the accident you have to talk to her. Actually, I am coming here to invite you for a dinner on Veena’s birth day. I shall come to your residence to pick you up for the dinner. But now I have to leave. Veena has already instructed me not disturb you much. Both Veena and Karuna disturbed you a lot already by intruding into your privacy.’ Without waiting for my reply she left my room with the same speed at which her sisters used to leave.
I found Amita is little more reasonable than her elder sisters.
Chapter V: Who is Veena
Finally, I came to know who is/ was Veena.
Nilanjana, who is few years junior to me, presently working in a different Ministry but worked in my ministry six years back was able to remember Veena. On the same day, Nilanjana visited my office, the day I was invited for Veena’s birth day. As I was curious to know about Veena, I asked her if she was aware of any Veena working in this office.
‘I knew Veena, Veena Prajapati, wife of Kamal Prajapati who worked in this office few years back. Veena used to pick up him from the office and therefore we used to meet Veena occasionally. But Prajapati took transfer from this office after Veena met a horrible accident!’ She stopped there.
‘What happened to Veena after the accident?’ I asked her.
‘Exactly none of us in the office knows for sure. Some says she survived with serious injury and some says she died in the accident.’ She said.
‘It is strange! Why none knows about that?’
‘She was hospitalized in a serious condition and after few days Prjapati was transferred from this office and he cut off all relations with this office. He even changed the mobile number and became completely incommunicable. That is the reason of confusion about her survival or otherwise.’ She explained.
‘But she is alive. She met me a month’s before and both of her younger sisters also met me separately. Even today, Amita, the youngest sister came to invite for Veena’s birth day!’ I said.
‘Oh, thanks God, she survived the accident! God bless her. But I could not understand why you are invited, sir? You do not know them before!’ She had a genuine question.
‘Yes, I also do not know, why I became so important! I am not very young and handsome also! Anyway, Amita promised to take me from my residence for the party!’
‘So, all the best for the party, sir and hope to read a story on Veena!’ She laughed. I joined her in her laugh.
Chapter VI: Veena Pleaded for Justice
At around seven, Amita picked me up from my residence and took to Taj Man Singh Hotel which is hardly two hundred metres from my residence. I thought they have arranged a grand party. But Amita told, ‘Sir, it is a very small party. Except we, three sisters, only our brother in law will join you in the party.’
I started worrying about my security! Why I am alone invited! I am not known to them earlier! Then why, I am invited to a family party? My mind became full of queries.
Amita led to a table where Prajapati, Veena and Karuna were sitting. After taking the seat I asked, ‘If you do not mind, can I have a question?’
Veena interrupted, ‘I know your question. Why only you are invited in a family function? You are invited because you are blessed to help others like me who are great need of your help urgently!’
I did not say anything. Amita called the waiter and gave order for some soup. She asked me for my preference. I said that I shall go along with others.
‘You know, I always drive at a very high speed. But I never broke any traffic rule in my driving career. On that day also I did not jump red light as reported by the police. Actually, the concerned officer took huge money to safe guard the Audi driver. The money was transferred abroad in the name of his daughter who was studying at that time in UK. As a result of faulty police report the Audi driver, teen aged son of a rich businessman, was exonerated by the court. I want both the corrupt police officer and the Audi driver are to be punished. I am going to give you minute details of transaction before the case comes before the hon’ble High Court.’
I jotted down every minute details of the transaction and handed over to Prajapati for further actions at their end to give justice to the departed soul of Veena.
After our dinner I asked Amita, ‘Why you have approached me for help the soul of Veena?’
‘She came in our dreams and told us to meet you. Before I met you, I had gone through your book, Beautiful Ghosts.’ She smiled mysteriously and I for the first time smiled back mysteriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The author is a Government servant and a man of vivid experiences derived from his official postings across the country, travels across India and numerous visits outside India. He is presently placed at New Delhi.
His earlier publications are:
1. Random Thoughts through a Coloured Prism
2. Dilemma of a Young Mind
3. Funny Statistics and Serious Statisticians
4. Melody of Fragrance
6. Few Cities through the Lens of Hiranya Borah
7. Guilt: Gift of Winter Spring
8. Beautiful Ghost
9. Great Fighters: Grace of God
10. All Blurred
11. Putting kids to sleep
12.How to become unpopular
14. My grumpy Face
15. Love and Worries
16. Discussion of own Birth: A Taboo
18. Indecent Love Affairs
19. My Fair Lady
21. Two Stories
22. My Mother: Dashami Borah
26. First Attempt
27. A father
28. The Portrait
29. Snapped Thread
30. Only He Knows
31. The Stupid Mother
32. The Same Old Story
33. The Old Scoundrel
34. Third Attempt
35. Some of my First Days and First Nights
36. Snubbed Twice
37. Have You Met the God
38. Frequent Flier
40. Forgive and Forget
41. To Win or to lose
42. Call Girl
43. Beyond Blood Relation
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She was fast, real fast in driving her i-10 Hundai car. Continuously I saw her black car zipping past my car for a year in 2009-10 while returning home from my office in the evening. The car used to overtake my car in a break neck speed on Lodhi Road between the Safdarjung Tomb and CGO Complex turn. Despite of my best efforts, I could not see the face of the girl properly. However, I could find out that she had short cut hair; but not boys’ cut. I cannot be sure, whether she was beautiful or not; but again I could able to know that she was fair; I could guess this from her neck line. However, I can guarantee that her favourite colour was black; because her car was black and in ninety percent cases she was wearing black dress; from Black saree to black blazer. It will be wrong if I claim that I was indifferent to her; I was always very much interested to know about the young lady with the black car. After almost one year of sighting the comet (the lady with the black car), it vanished into the thin air. I felt a void in my heart. What happened to her? Whether she had changed her timing? Whether she met an accident? Whether she had changed her route? Whether she changed her car? Whether she had changed her residence? Whether she had been transferred out of Delhi? If she was unmarried, had she been married to someone? Whether she started keeping a driver? There were another hundred questions about that unknown girl! But not a single answer!