Nupur Ringing

On the first day, I barely slept watching TV until late at night. I fell asleep. Suddenly I was startled by some noise. I was tired from the bus journey and fell asleep again.

I joined work the next day. I didn't mind much. 

In the night, the sound of Nupur's voice made the inside of the chest crackle again. I called Raj who was lying next to him. Raj put his finger on his lips in his sleep and I was afraid of what he said. Nupur's voice rang out.

The next day Sima said, "The empty room next to Bimal sir is empty. A Bharatiya woman committed suicide there. You can almost hear the sound of such nupur. Many people have seen someone roaming on the roof of this two-story house many nights." Hearing this, my breath was getting thick. I have a bit of a fear of ghosts, but I'm very brave about it all. I've had some ghostly experiences in the past, which I've long dismissed as hallucinations.

Several days passed like this. Even when he came to eat at noon, he used to pretend.

Ambikanagar is a small town about 7 km from Khatra town.  Indeed, from here, there are only mountains on all sides. Small town surrounded by mountains. I had to climb the steep stairs in the house where I was staying on rent. A rope, often knotted, has to be held for balance so as not to fall. 

There was a bed in the back. Several buffaloes are there. The owner of the khatal lived in his own family. There were a few others besides me. There was a master in the next room, Bimal sir.

Bimal sir used to teach tuition (Private).

It rained a little that day and felt quite cold. I thought I would sleep anyway.

Besides, there is no such thing as a ghost. It was almost two o'clock in the morning when I suddenly woke up to the sound of something. Again that voice is heard. The chest is heaving. The mind is excited by a wretched curiosity. You have to know about it. I removed the sheet and sat up. I slowly opened the door and peeked out. Clouds are hard in the sky. The rain has stopped for a long time, the moon has risen through the clouds. I opened the door a little and looked around. No, nothing anywhere. A few pigs foraging in the garbage of the drain. It's been a long time. I didn't see anything. I closed the door and went to sleep again. I opened the door again with fear. I was not surprised by what I saw, but the fear was gone. A few houses later, the premature lonely Bina, who lives with her old mother, walks out of Bimal Sir's house towards her own house. And the sound of his feet was very painful.