The Haunting

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ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE REAL AND THERE IS NO RESEMBLANCE OF ANY OF THEM TO THE IMAGINARY WORLD
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It was one of those Joyful days in City of Joy, Kolkata. Roads were wet after the overnight rains. And there was mild sun glimmering over the left drops here and there. everything seemed to be brimming with life. Ankit was there to visit his relatives in the town. And the kind of invitation that this weather threw was impossible to ignore for anyone. Ankit has always been an enthusiast in roaming through unknown streets anyways. He asked his cousin brother for his bike's key and off he was on the Kolkata roads, relishing the beauties of Bengal.

He wandered through the old streets of Kolkata, amused by the red structures. Stooping here and there relishing the local delicacies and savoring tea ofcourse.
It was almost dusk time when he decided that he should start back to his place. And thought of buying some gifts for the relatives back at home. He asked some of local elders for nice place to do marketing. Seeing his interest in traveling he was suggested by localites about one mysterious CHOR BAZAAR (Thiefs's Market). He was informed that he would be able to get various branded items at pretty reasonable prices over there.

Ankit was interested too after listening all these. Next he headed to the Chor Bajaar. It did not take him long for him to reach the place. After parking his bike in one of the secluded corners of the street he went towards the more happening nooks of the market.

It wasn't tough for him to select the gifts. In an hour or so he had wrapped up all the shopping he had to do and made up his mind for going back home. Giving little attention he tried to reach to the place where he had parked his vehicle. When he could not see his bike over there he thought that he had reached some other place. But then he saw a pillar which he had noted just as a symbol for returning back. He started getting anxious. beads of sweats were flowing over his forehead and he could feel his heart beat increasing now. He was kind of sure that his bike was stolen and collected the courage to turn back and head towards the nearest Police Station for FIR. But then he did not even have his driving license or bikes documents with him. He was utterly confused.

I those moments of numbness he noticed a very narrow street running besides the pillar. Seemed like a dead end in itself and there was hardly any light there. He did not know why but his legs started moving into those directions. On moving inside the street there was a big right turn which opened into a huge area after walking for some 200 feet He never expected this and he was even more bewildered to see what was happening over there.

It was like a stock market for used bike parts. Everyone seemed busy is just dismantling the bikes which had any recognizable shapes. Only noises there were perhaps of the tools interacting with the way vehicle parts. He did not know what to speak to and whom to speak to. There was a young muslim boy in lungi and vest with a cap over his head, throwing a stern look over him which perhaps questioned his purpose of being at the place.

He hesitatingly approached him and told him that his bike has been missing from the markets outside. The other guy asked whether it was 6083. When Ankit showed his consent with him the other guy gestured towards some dismantled parts and ankit cold see his no plate lying some where too. he lost his temper after all this and started shouting that he would complain to police about all this illegal activities happening over here.

All of a sudden all the people who were peacefully doing there work stood up and started approaching Ankit with their tool in their hands itself. their was furosity in each of those eyes and fear would be only thing that could be seen in Ankits's now...The circle of people surrounding him was reducing in size and he admitted to himself that he had done a mistake by losing his patience and started thinking of good and bad moments of his life. He closed his eyes losing all the hope.

Suddenly he wakes up in his bed. Feels as though the very same beads of sweat are still there on his head. takes few moments to realize he is still in Gurgaon and thanked god for bad things happening in dreams only :))