The Haunted Hospital Ward Part 3
Baba Nawaz was a true Islamic believer. He offered Namaaz 5 times a day but a shaken Baba from the Amawas night experience, was unable to decide how could karma be the reason for someones apathy? If so wot wrong did des small children do to earn a death like dis? Ramani and Sathi were blank. Ramani’s mother Sharada came to stay wid her daughter after hearing her story. Sharada was a strong believer in Ma Durga and always believed dat she was an instrument to Goddess….an instrument to make a change to make a difference.
The wait to the next lunar cycle was not only difficult but also challenging. To strike a second communication wid soul is a challenging task. Souls have emotions and dey may take revenge if felt that u r testing dem. Here from a crowd of distressed souls Baba had to find out Shanghamitra. A task next to impossible. But as days went by Sharada started to pray to Goddess for their success.
Baba kept reading more and more books…ancient and new….age old methods and sure shotmethods of success. This was d last chance to solve the case… Thats wen he got in touch wid Prof. Shasha Gustova a Russian Paranormal Specialist. Gustova wanted Baba to perform the “Call “”. Call is a unique technique to call dat soul whome u know or who knows u. In dis situation Shanghamitra knew Baba and Baba could connect to her. The process required Baba to inscribe Shanghamitra’s image on a Bronze coin and sign in with self blood. This gives the soul surety that the caller wants to connect for a rwason and not to harm dem.
On Amawas night Baba, Sharada, Ramani and Sati settled down the foor of the upper surgical ward nurses room store room. This time heavy stock of wood was piled up to avoid last cycles mistake. Sharada was practised for the refueling with out opening the eyes. Baba drew a square wid rangoli… he filled the square wid black sute. Right at the middle of the square he drew a circle. Filled it with Red Sindoor. This Sindoor was from Kali ghati, it is known for its property to attract energy. Right at the middle of this circle, Baba placed Shanghamitra’s image inscribed Bronze coin. He lighted d agni kund. Sharada was sitting on his rightside. Ramani and Sati sat next to Sharada. All of them closed their eyes. Baba chanted the mantras to “Call” her soul. Nothing happened for sometime…but as the clock struck 3 am, the rangoli was disturbed… Baba opened his eyes… baby footprints walked in the rangoli… she was neither angry nor revengeful. She was babish…innocent ….. injured…bruised and in deep pain. Blood drizzled down her legs as she sat inside the sindoor circle. She looked at Baba… Baba had only love in his eyes.. she looked away.. Baba took the first move…he asked her can we talk? She didnt respond. Baba pleaded….den like any 5 year old she looked at him wid her babish eyes and shook head in agreement.
“Y did u call me?” She was irritated. “I want to know about wot happened to u and other children? Who did it? And how can we bring mukti to u?”, Baba said.
” Am Shanghamitra… my father was the govt. appointed doctor in the hospital. My mother left us wen i was born. So and dada stayed in the hospital quarters room no. 606 down d hillside next to this place(Ramani’s room). The majumdaars eldest son, Rudraksh was childless for years. He was a powerful and had many businesses. Even in draught prone areas like Ramgarh, he lived a happy and prosperous life. Villagers were fleeing from Ramgarh for want of food. Many never came back….many died on the way. The families which stayed back, had to deal wid another problem. Children between the age 3 to 8 went missing in large no.s. Nobody knew whr dey went wot happeded to dem.
It was in d sultry month of May wen my father was posted out of Ramgath. I had many friends in the village. I wanted to bid them good by… that fatefull afternoon after having lunch, dada droped me to Kimmo chachis house. Kimmo chachis son Adarsh and daughter Mahua were my best buddies. We wud play for hours together wearing chachis bangles and Mahua wud try different hairstyles on my long silky hair. I was very proud of my hairs…. dada said I got it from my mother. She too had long silk hair. We discussed about how der friends shyam and aanchalwent missing last week. Then we decided to once for last go see the Badi Ghati together. It was only couple of miles away from Kimmo Chachis house. We sang and danced on our way…as we were abt to reach Badi Ghati…but a jeep came crashing down near us. We were scared… we forgot to run…dey caught us. 6 men….6 strange men….strangers. we didnt know whr dey wer taking us… we cudnt shout for help…dey had tied us…d jeep went around the hospital…I saw dada in d corridor…I wantwd to shout for help….but cudnt…”… she sobed…..uncontrollable and inconsolable.
Whr were the children taken? Wot happened to dem aftr dat? Will Shamghamitra tell Baba everything… Will Baba be able to help the children unfold their story of misery to the World?
Continued and Concluded…….. tomorrow