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An Experience with Ghost

He's a struggling writer. He aims to write only what he's experienced in his life.

Journey to the Mystical World

I'm enchanted when I stroll through the temples and shrines. My mind boggles seeing Sadhus stark naked in the nail biting cold in winter. Their lives seems unfathomable!

Rather than being around the Sadhus and pilgrims flocking to their destinations, I prefer silence and serene places where I can sit alone and be myself.

I have discovered a place where I don't need to pay a single quid. I just should have the will to go there. When I arrive there I just have to follow the ground rules which the devotees have been practicing for decades.

One Saturday morning, after I came out from the samadhi hall, I mingled around with the devotees in the courtyard.

Interestingly, I overheard a story.

A tall and lanky person, wearing a topi, Nepali hat with hooked nose carryed glasses was the story teller. He might be in his 80s.

People call him Maila, the second son in the family. Calling a person by birth order is a fonder way of expression in Nepali culture.

I've had the opportunity to have prasada, meal with him in the hermitage on the occasions of the hermit's birthdays.

One morning, after spending my time in the hermitage, I got the privilege to trudge back home with Maila.

On the way, I seized a moment to ask him where exactly his nocturnal story had begun.

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The exact location where Maila had encounted a Ghost that fateful night.

The exact location where Maila had encounted a Ghost that fateful night.

Meeting the Ghost

Thus story goes:

He set off carrying the milk pot from his home in Gaurighat as usual. Within a short period of time, after crossing the ancient bridge in Gaurighat, he strode along the right bank of the Bagmati river.

Then he passed by the Guheswari Temple. He didn't turn to the right to bow his head to the deity living mutely inside the temple.

After few paces, he had to pass through a thick forest. He saw a figure gliding right ahead of him.

The figure was wearing a white gown covering the body from the neck to the feet and hair fell down like a cascade from the head to the heel.

At the first glimpse itself, he felt secure. For he thought that he got a wayfarer to walk along. So, he increased his pace, but to no avail. He could not catch up with it. The faster he made his steps the figure did the same.

He was about to call out to wait for him. Gliding for a while, it turned to the left and plunged into the river, splashing silvery waves in the air.

He hastened his pace. Within no time he climbed the mound and reached the hut.

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Time to Reflect on What Had Gone Wrong

The sun was hanging up in the sky. He heard birds were busy singing on the branches of the trees nearby. He left the bed.

His mind recalled his bygone story of the last night.

Gazing around, he mused for a while trying to figure out his mistake

Being a full moon night, he thought it was already dawn because the moon had hung in the sky like round silver ball shedding light to earth below.

That was the reason, he could see cows in the shed, went in there, squirted milk from cow's teat to the tin pail. Then he poured it into the milk. While walking along the trails and trees visible, including the figure in front of him.

From the story of the full night, Maila's faith grew deeper and stronger in the hermit's teaching then after.

He hardly had set his feet onto the courtyard of the hermitage, he heard a shrill voice "Tum Marjate" from the hut. It meant you'd have died in Hindi!

He had no time to listen to any further.

In seconds, he got into the hut, plunked the milk pot. Then he rushed out and bolted back home.

He then straight went to bed and tucked in a quilt as if to shut himself off from the entire world. He fell asleep.

Maila, the character of My story.

He always wears Nepali dress and glasses with a cap on his head. I have had the previlege to take a quick photo with him in the same hermitage

He always wears Nepali dress and glasses with a cap on his head. I have had the previlege to take a quick photo with him in the same hermitage

View on Ghost

This is the perception in my part of the world. Such a spirit is called kitchkanya, a female ghost.

Belief has it that when teenage girls die due to an accident or if they committ suicide, they become such ghosts. Then they hover in the air.

Such ghosts appear by the pond, on the river bank or any crossroad to tease the passers by at night especially every full moon.

This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.

© 2018 gyanendra mocktan

Comments

gyanendra mocktan (author) from Kathmandu,Nepal on January 08, 2021:

I'm working on Sadhus with my personal experience with them. Thank you for pulling me up.

gyanendra mocktan (author) from Kathmandu,Nepal on January 08, 2021:

I'm blessed Ann. I'm working on such articles. Thank you.

gyanendra mocktan (author) from Kathmandu,Nepal on December 08, 2020:

I am grateful to you.

gyanendra mocktan (author) from Kathmandu,Nepal on December 08, 2020:

This evening, I visited David and showed him the story he had given me: My life as a Foreigner. He's happy.

gyanendra mocktan (author) from Kathmandu,Nepal on December 05, 2020:

Button I apologize for typo. Thanks.

gyanendra mocktan (author) from Kathmandu,Nepal on December 05, 2020:

Ann Carr, I've just pressed publish botton for my 4 articles.

Ann Carr from SW England on December 05, 2020:

You are welcome! I'm looking forward to reading more of your work.

Ann

gyanendra mocktan (author) from Kathmandu,Nepal on December 04, 2020:

I feel immencely blessed to have gotten so inspiring advice from you, Ann Carr

Ann Carr from SW England on November 16, 2020:

So that means he had got up at midnight instead of dawn, am I right?

It's an intriguing story but slightly confusing. You might like to read it through and make sure that your intent is clear. Otherwise, it's great! It conveys the mysticism and the importance of the life the subject leads.

I hope you don't mind me suggesting that you proof-read. I'm guessing English is not your first language, apologies if I'm wrong. That's not a problem of course and your imagery is great!

Maybe you could also do a hub about the Sadhus - I know nothing about them and they sound amazing. Other cultures and religions are something that the whole world is interested in.

Don't give up! You will hone your skills if you keep practising.

I wish you well.

Keep safe in these strange times!

Ann

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