DON’T , JUST DON’T HANG OUT UNDER THIS TREE AT DWARKA SECTOR 9 METRO STATION ( long thread)
Dwarka is one of the sub cities of Delhi , developed in late 90s/ early 2000 to cater for affordable housing for middle class . It also developed wide network of metro connectivity.
This story goes back to 2006 . My GF ( now wife) used to stay at Dwarka and every weekend , once the metro station opened in 2006 - I used to hang out at CP during afternoon and take metro to Dwarka to meet her in the evening .
There is one unusual thing I
noticed . As the time progressed , the ecosystem outside metro station ( auto wala , rickshaw wala , chai wala , thelas etc) instead of building up was actually decreasing . After a while especially in the evening there were hardly any people outside the metro station
One winter night I came out of station around 8 and there was not a soul around , na banda na bande ke jaat as we say in Delhi. So I sat on that platform under the tree ( you can see in the picture) hoping that some rickshaw wala will come in a bit .
I lighted a cigarette
Took few puff so that it burns up properly . And then I feel a ice cold breath on my hand and the cigarette is extinguished.
Now if you blow your breath on a cigarette , it will burn with even more intensity . But this breath was so cold that it extinguished.
cig . This was weird . So I light the lighter again . I feel the same breath and this time the flame from lighter went off . And the breath was deadly cold . And it was a wind proof lighter so there is no way that a such light breath of air could extinguished the flame
Delhi winter . Kohra . Not a soul in sight. And this weird shit happening creeped me out and i got up and started walking quickly . I thought I will take rickshaw from chowk litte ahead .
After few minutes I noticed a fragrance coming from me . Of fucking talcum powder
I never apply talcum powder and that too in middle of winters . First I thought it’s someone else’s but there was no one around me . I buried my nose inside my sweater and yes I was definitely smelling of talcum powder. The last few events were making no sense
Finally after walking for good 15 minutes I got on a rickshaw . The rickshaw wala took deep breath and asked me if I was coming from sector 9 metro station . I did yes and he immediately asked me to step down from rickshaw. When I asked why , he literally pushed me
Down and pedaled away like lunatic !
I had no fucking clue what was even happening to me . I literally just stood there shaking my head in disbelief in sequence of events.
And that smell of talcum was just getting to me now so I dropped the plan to meet my GF and instead
Just go home.
I reached main road and since no auto goes from Dwarka to safdarjung enclave that late at night , I flagged down one of those call center toyota Qualis who was going that way .
But I could just not catch a fucking break !!! The driver lost control and
Rammed the car ( luckily into footpath ) so no one was hurt . I had few bruises . The driver was shocked as hell . He was like as if someone was sitting on his shoulder and pushed him. He just kept repeating it as if he could not believe what happened .
I just ran from there
And finally took a fucking DTC , hoping no one sits on bus driver shoulder !
I finally reached home . I was never so happy to reach home ( but little did I knew ). My folks were away for few days so I was alone at home .
I straight away went for bath to get that talcum powder smell out of my body . And although after getting home I could not smell the talcum powder on me - I could smell it in the house . Like someone was walking wearing that talcum powder from one room to another !
I just made sure every single light in the house was on and it was lit up like Diwali , got under rajai , closed to door and hoped whatever this thing was will leave !
For next couple of hours I could feel this thing just opening drawers, going from one room to another and then all hell broke lose when it entered kitchen !
It just started throwing things around . Aata , daal , bartan , masale . It just started throwing them all
It was so fucking angry at something that it was screeching nails against the wall . My ears were literally bleeding hearing that nails against the wall screeching .
Then I think it found what it was looking for so all the noises went silence . I thought this was
Opportunity for me to ran away so I slowly got out of the room . As I passed the kitchen to get to the main door, what I saw made me swear of biscuits and chips forever . The packs of biscuits and chips were just vaporizing in thin air ! Just poof ! They moved
Like 3-4 feet above the ground and vaporized mid air !!!!
I ran for my life outside . If you know B-6 market at Safdarjung Enclave- there is an HDFC bank which always has security guard outside . I just sat with him and smoked entire night till the time it was day light
And then I took my bike straight to my GF house to tell her what was happening .
Distance between my house and her house at Dwarka is about 45 minutes that time of the day . After about 30 minutes I could again smell the talcum powder on me ! What the fuck !
I slowed down in case that thing decides to push my bike like Qualis but it did not happen . I reached my GF house and her mum opened the door and immediately smelled the talcum . She asked me if I had put talcum powder , I said no and before I could explain her
She just told me to step out of house immediately . Then she went inside and got all bags of chips, biscuits , chocolates and whatever soft toys they had and asked me to go and keep it under that tree at sector 9 metro station
I was so confused . She said she knows what I was going through and she would explain everything but first just go and keep this bag under the tree . I went to the tree , still smelling of talcum powder . Kept the bag and sensed that smell leaving me
Finally came to know that a 10-12 year old girl was mowed down by Toyota Qualis here and her spirit gets attached to people occasionally when people sit under the tree when she is hungry . Also attacks any Qualis passing through !!!
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