A Night guest

Jonab Ali is the only math teacher in the only high school in Altakhali village. He is also the only resident teacher of the school. Although he is in his forties, he is not married yet. He lives alone in a small tin hut next to the school. Jonab Ali is a rational man. He has no faith in the supernatural. So in this huge solitude of school, staying alone at night is not a problem at all. One evening he was reading a novel while lying in bed in the dim light of a hurricane. Suddenly I heard someone humming in the distance with a um um um sound. Jonab Ali looked out the window. The darkness of Krishnapaksha then got better. It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring. When he goes to pay attention to the book, he cries again - um um um um ..!

Jonab Ali sat up. Who came here to cry such a sad cry tonight? He took the hurricane in his hand and stood outside. The school grounds have already started in front of Dawa. The two-storied school building on the other side of the field. He tried to lift the hurricane to see if anyone could be seen. But there is no way to see anything in the dark. Holding the light high, he got down from the dawa to the field. Can't figure out from which direction the sound of crying came. At that time, the sound of crying again - um um um um. He realized the sound was coming from the other side of the school building. He started walking slowly. Night fell a little earlier. But it seems that I do not know how deep the night. There is a silence all around. Where in the middle of the night a bird called - coupe! Coupe! Coupe! Coupe! … .. He came to the building and saw the lights from side to side. No one, nothing here. Then the cry was heard again - um um um um.

This time Jonab Ali understood that the crying was coming from behind the school. There is a small lake there. A small jungle has been created on all four sides of the lake. He crossed the building and stood there. This time he turned up the light and saw a hazy statue on the bank of the lake. Going a little further, the shadow became clear. A woman is standing facing the lake. Wearing white sari. The veil is pulled over the head. The fact that the girl is not very old can be seen from behind. Sensing the light, the girl stretched her veil longer. The sound of hissing is still coming from his mouth. Jonab Ali asked - who are you? What are you doing here so late at night? The girl did not answer. Only her tears increased a little. Jonab Ali asked the same thing again. This time the girl replied - my name is Bindu. - What are you doing here all night? - My husband died a few days ago. So the people of my father-in-law's house let me out of the house. (The girl sobbed again) Jonab Ali was very sad to hear. Said - Where is your father's house? Why not go there? The girl cries and says - her father's house is far away in another village. You can't go to Rai so much. Jonab thought for a while and then said - then what else to do, stay at my house tonight. Even though I'm alone, you have nothing to fear. I know myself to be honest. I don't want to take you to your father's house tomorrow morning.

Fifteen years later - Jonab Ali is now sixty. After retirement, his farewell reception was held at the school today. The students and teachers greeted him warmly. When he got up on the stage, his colleagues went to give speeches and burst into tears. The students also shed tears. Their favorite math teacher is saying goodbye today. It's getting late. He is sitting in his room next to the school thinking about various things. He passed his life alone. Tomorrow this school will have to leave this house and go to his own village. If you go there, you have to start a new life. Will he be able to do that in his old age? I also remember my long career. How many memories surround his school! Suddenly the doorbell rang. Someone came and stood outside the house. He looked out the window. It's still Krishna's night. It was pitch black outside the window. He walked towards the door and asked - who? The answer came from outside in a male voice - Sir you don't know me. But there was something very important with you. If you open the door a little!

Jonab Ali opened the door and saw an unfamiliar face in the light of the hurricane. The gentleman is wearing a black suit. A gentle smile on his face. She told him to come inside. The gentleman entered and sat down in a chair beside the table. Jonab Ali sat in the chair next to him. He smiled and said - I don't know who you are. Please tell me your identity! There is a slight suspicion in his mind that this must be one of his former students. But the gentleman disappointed him and said - Sir, I am not one of your acquaintances. You can say I am a hobby detective. You will leave this village tomorrow. Before that I thought I would talk to you. Jonab Ali frowned and said - What can I say to you? The gentleman smiled - Sir I actually had some questions. Do you remember one night many years ago a girl took refuge in your house? Jonab Ali was shocked. He did not say anything. But his eyesight became sharp. The man asked again - do you remember sir? The girl's name was Bindu. She was wearing white sari. After her husband died, she was evicted by her in-laws. Do you remember him for one night, please?

Jonab Ali took off his glasses to cover his discomfort and asked me to clean the glass with a Punjabi pole - why are you asking me this question after so many days? The man said with a smile - because sir, the girl has not been found since that night. Would you say what happened to him? Jonab Ali was shocked again. The glasses fell to the ground from his hand and he froze as he went to pick them up. An intense current of fear ran down his spine. The man is talking and dancing. He is looking at that foot. In the dim light of the hurricane, he could see that the man was wearing no shoes even though he was wearing a suit and his feet were turning in the opposite direction. It was as if someone had twisted his legs in the opposite direction. Jonab Ali overcame his fear and sat up. He reassured himself that he was seeing something wrong with his eyes. But he was not at all ready for what happened next. Suddenly the man gently pulled his head off as if opening a helmet and placed it on the table. As if this is a very normal thing. The headless body played with its fingers on the table. There is still a smile on his face. With a smile on his face, he said, "Sir, don't mind."

My head weighs a little more so I have to keep it open sometimes. Jonab Ali is completely frozen in fear. No words came out of his mouth. What is he looking at? He has no faith in ghosts. But how does he deny what is happening in front of his eyes? Dharhin Mund spoke again - Sir I don't remember yet. Think carefully. You brought the girl home. Young girl He came forward on his own after seeing your cooking skills. He told you to sit down and went to the kitchen to cook. You were sitting in the dark watching him through the window. The girl was cutting curry. Her veil fell off. In the light of the hurricane and the burning hair, you saw a beautiful face. Remember sir? Jonab Ali will answer how he went into a trance then. Mundu continued - the girl's area fell off while she was going to cut the curry. You couldn't take your eyes off the girl then. You saw the shape of the girl's chest like a pigeon. He saw a flash of light on his waxy skin. Remember sir? You suddenly stood up. Slowly he climbed the door and held the girl's hand tightly. The weak girl couldn't help but interrupt. In your long hungry body, the bane of masculinity has called. You brought the girl home and just booked the storm. Your argument, fear, hesitation, conflict, justice policy all vanished. You raped the girl. Wonder sir, don't you remember anything so big? When you wake up, the girl is lying on the bed in pain. You are still sitting on it. You thought that if this incident was known, the village would be flooded. Your ideal teacher life will come to an end. The police will be in trouble. To avoid these problems, you did a very cold head but thought quickly.

He pressed the pillow to the girl's face. Sir, do you remember anything? You went to the school grounds and collected bricks. He filled the dead girl in a sack. He filled the bricks in a bag. Then he went to the bank of the lake with everything. In the solitude of that night you sheltered the girl at the bottom of the lake. No one could find him anymore. Of course no one was looking. The people of the father-in-law's house were chased away and acquitted. The people of the father's house heard the news of the girl's disappearance and thought it was a disaster. Munduti is a little silent but his smile is still hanging on his lips. Dharti is still playing on the table with his fingers - knocking, knocking. Mundu speaks again - what happened sir? Don't you remember yet? Jonab Ali did not have the answer then. He is staring with dazed eyes. Saliva has started dripping from his mouth. Blurred vision. What a show sound in the ears. Suddenly he saw the door of the house slowly opening. Even in the dark he saw the presence of a bright white hand there. There was a squeaking sound. Someone was walking with wet feet and after a while the girl entered the room. That's the point. Water is dripping from the whole body. The wet area of ​​the white sari is looting on the ground. The radiance of light spread all over his body. The folds of his body seemed to have become more alluring. With a lustful look, he came forward towards Jonab Ali on slow legs.

Rinrin said in his throat - Fertilizer, how are you Fertilizer? In your absence, I have been given fertilizer! Coming closer, he grabbed one of Jonab Ali's hands and pressed it to his soft chest - I can't move without you! You follow me. I will take you home happily! Give you a lot of happiness! He laughed heartily. A house-to-house sound came out of Jonab Ali's mouth. Then he fell to the floor of the house. The next morning the school people came to see Jonab Ali saying goodbye and he was lying dead on the floor of the house. Everyone is very sorry - aha the man was very good! The only thing no one wonders is why the floor of the house is so wet?