“Bhoot! Bhoot! Bhoot!” – When Resmi Banu’s little cousin barges into her room with curious questions about ghosts, a hilarious and heartwarming conversation unfolds. This delightful story by Resmi Banu of Class 5, Epic Public School, playfully debunks ghost myths while capturing childhood innocence and imagination.
“Bhoot ! Bhoot ! Bhoot!” my little cousin barged in to my room shocking me completely. “What is Bhoot Didi? Is it something to eat? Why is it not visible to us? Does it cause any harm to us?”-she asked.
“No my dear, Bhoot does not exist in reality. It is just shown mostly in cartoon films with an attempt to scare such kids like you”. I smiled and replied.
“So, why do I get such strange and horrific dreams sometimes when I sleep?” my cousin asked again, this time quite concerned.
I could not ignore her innocence. I replied – “Because you watch too much of the horror movies and that is why such dreams comes to you when you sleep.” But her unconvincing looks convinced me that she was not convinced. I asked “You don’t believe me, do you?”
“As a matter of fact yes, I don’t.” She answered.
“Yes I understood, Okay, so let me tell you one of my experience about Bhoot “- l suggested.
“Your experience? Oh! Great, Okay please I am most intrigued to hear.” She sounded quite excited this time.
“It was just a few days ago. I presume, it was….I think it was on the 4th of March, yes it was 4th of March the day when I got answer sheets from school.” I paused and sipped some water as we were headed for a long story you see, “So, I was counting my total marks as I found out that I made some very silly mistakes in my mathematics paper. You know mom warned me of severe consequences if I score anything below 60, so I was really very worried and hence the counting once again.”
“Ha ha ha” my cousin smiled and asked “I bet your score was below 60, Didi.”
I was annoyed and said “Will you shut up and listen to the story? Or should I stop right away?” I warned her.
“Sorry Sorry, Didi, please tell me more.” She replied in the most innocent voice.
I smiled and started again, “As I was counting my marks, my pen slipped out of my hand suddenly and dropped on the floor mbreaking the silence of the room. But when I bent to pick up my pen, I saw something strange.”
“What did you see?” my cousin asked in a voice which showed her fear clearly.
“I saw a shadow behind the curtains.” I paused to see her reaction, which needless to say was full of fear, “Initially, I ignored.” I continued “but then I realized it was a shadow of a human, well at least I presumed it was a human.”
“So what did you do?” my cousin asked.
“Naturally I was quite scared. So I decided to call my elder sister”
“Why. Where were uncle and aunty?” my cousin enquired.
“My sister was the only one in the house with me at that time as my mother, father and brother were outside.” I continued, “So as I neared my sister’s room I suddenly recalled that she had warned me not to disturb her. I realised calling her would lead to trouble and I might even get beaten. So I turned back immediately and returned back to my room. With all my courage I went near the curtain slowly and with great effort I pulled it, and guess what I saw?”
“What did you see Didi? A ghost?”
“Yes it was a ghost indeed, but only in my imagination, it was just the cap of my one of my pens that I lost some days back and was desperately searching for since last week.” I smiled.
“Oh my God, you really prove that ghosts don’t exist “- my cousin started laughing.
“Yes, of course there are no ghosts.” I assured.
We both laughed together and from that day, my cousin believed that there were nothing called ghosts in reality.
