The next day, I called in sick and skipped my classes; I was running a fever. "Din bhari nakhai nakhai hindey pachi birami nabhaye ke huncha ta ?" worried my mother. "Yesto taal le baseko raicha yo...you have to be responsible for your health." chided my mother forgetting all about my the "bhoot, pret and atmas" following me. I spent most of the day miserable in bed. The day after, work was fine, but I still felt the initial paranoia creeping up as the sun began setting. I reasoned that my illness had something to do with my vulnerable mental disposition. Anyways, took the metro and went to class as usual. During the entire time, I worried about my ride back home. It was 9pm again. I habitually, took the stairs as waiting for the elevator took its toll on tired students. As I entered the stairewell of the 4th floor, I was fine until, my skin started pricking at some unseen vibe. I started running down the 4 flights of stairs in panic. Whatever it was, was close, around me... my breathing was haggard magnified by the echoes of the stairwell. I had bright spots in my vision and at the bottom of the stairs, I almost tripped on my unravelled shoe lace. As my knees buckled up under the weight of my disorientation, I caught on to the rails. And at the split second pause, I swear I saw.... a shadow flit by me. It was not mine! I don't recall, how I made it out of there and into the train. But as I got onboard, I heard someone say, "hey!" I whipped around and it was a quiet gril from my statistics class waving at me. Gladly I went and sat next to her. "Hey thanks for helping me in my stat problem,... are you ok?!" she asked concerned. I managed to catch my breath and explained that I had been running (not from a ghost, ofcourse!). "What's your major?" she asked, "Education and Sociology...What's yours? hey you're graduating too, right" I replied. She replied "Mortuary Science". "What?????!!!!!!" Yes, I am a professional mortician. I work with dead bodies! *************************Last Bhag tonight****************** bhanda bhandai darr lagyo Ardent malai pani. :) TMA will finish it. Highfly, this is one guff, I wouldn't ever want to repeat in experience. Padhai garam hai ta (dada giri estyle!)