I feel like we live such cloistered lives in our urban cocoons. Back in the day when woods, deserted fields, and dark places were plentiful, ghost sightings were more commonplace. These days we are so removed from such experiences that we question their very existence. I for one believe in angels, spirits, and other supernatural stuff. Dadi was such an animated storyteller and she would make the scene come to life in front of my eyes. She never read any fairy tales to me but these ghost stories she loved to recall and I never tired of hearing them. I just wish I had written down the details, for they tend to fade as the years go by.
Thank You Dadima
Another time my grandma and her friend were strolling along some rice fields late in the evening. It was almost dusk when a man they knew chided them and asked them to run along home because it wasn't safe for girls to be out in the fields at that hour. So they heeded his advice and ran home. When she got home, my grandma recalled that the person they had met in the rice fields had died a couple of weeks ago. She mentioned this to her friend who fainted in shock!