The Haunted Street of Ahmedabad!

We all have been in a ghost situation once in our life. However, mine are uncountable; what can I do? I'm just their FAVOURITE. So, let me take you to that cold movement of summer 2016. Due to the excitement of sleeping on our new penthouse's terrace, my Dad, me and little brother didn't go to my Masi's place.

Every boy in an Indian household has been grateful to his Mom when he experienced the FUUN days when Dad took care of the home. Not even these Nibba / Nibbis have called each other as much as we did to Mumma that week. Ohhh boy when my Dad awakens his cooking skills, he turns into a Gujarati Gordon Ramsay and me and my brother into stupid sandwich. I never thought this person would use 10 utensils to boil 3 eggs for breakfast, saying, "I'm a better cook than your Mom" (at last we had to order anyway). That summer I got to know about the CHILD LABOUR. (PUN INTENDED)

After spending the day doing hard labour (2 majdooro ne ice cream ki pagar lekar), I went to sleep on the terrace. We all were missing Mom, so we video called her to let her know about our labour and how much we missed her. Instead of tearing up for her sons, Mumma scolded the crap out of us for calling her 169 times in a single day.

After Mummy ki datt, we started to play LUDO, while playing the game, Dad told us about his hostel, which was possessed by an old Watchman's Aatma. The Aatma would drag the boys through the hostel, the only solution was to place food near the Watchman's cabin, if failed to do so, then the Aatma would drag anyone from their room to the gate and ask for food. This story didn't frighten us. OBVIOUSLY, we were all laughing at the situation in the boy's hostel and how boys would react to such a situation. Then we went to sleep around 12. 

I don’t know why Dad had to wake up at 3 in the night. He saw something of a white figure down the street, as there were no street lights that year, he couldn't exactly see what that it was, so he made some noise, he even threw a lemon at it, but still, it was not going away, but was moving at the different direction of the wind.

He got scared and woke me up, asking me what I was seeing. I also made some noise and tried to use my phone's torch, but it wasn't bright. After 30 minutes, we were scared and couldn't sleep. My Dad suggested we go down the street and see from up close, but both of us were scared without Mumma (She would have gone down the street alone, and it wouldn't have scared her). As we were staring at the Ghost, my brother woke up. (Wo bhi mehfil me shamil ho gaya), after 45 minutes, it was around 4:00 am, Amul's truck came to deliver milk to the stores; all 3 waited for the movement when the truck's headlights would show us the truth, that 10 seconds felt like 10 millennia, as the truck came close, all three of us saw a WHITE COW sleeping down the street. As we saw that cow, all three of us started laughing, and we were embarrassed and happy. We couldn't wait to tell Mom what happened, so we Video Called her at 4:15 am, and you can assume the rest.

O Mom Tussi Great Ho!!!!