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- A Tryst With Past Life Part 2,
Posted by : RioZee Saturday, March 1, 2014
How the hell could I forget this face. Though the hair were greyed and face wrinkled, but this was the same man whom I had seen in the dream. Sukor da I murmured, in disbelief. This was the man I had distinctly seen in my dream giving 5 lacs in house no. 157. and getting some papers signed by the man in the house. The dream distinctly reeled in my mind as if witnessing a cinema. The man in dream had distinctly called this person as Sukor da, and if my dream was to be real from the past event, this man had to be Sukor da.
Regaining myself I struggled out some words, "Sukor da" to see if he responds.
Now it was the turn of this man to be dumbstruck. Paling in the face he murmured, "Maa go, Ei naame eik jon i daakte paare"(only one man could call me by this name)
I knew instantly I had hit upon the nail. The dream that I had seen was a real past life witness. I was curious now why on earth did I have this dream. This man could unravel the 5 lacs rupees purpose as well.
My mind was running fast now. How to gain confidence of this man and get him to talk. I was a total stranger to him. Why would he disclose any past deal to me? I didn't want to hasten and ruin things. I had to play cool and slowly get the man to talk.
I am Rio, and just happened to pass by, "would you like to have some hot tea on a cold night like this."
Sighing heavily the old man slowly seated himself on a small stool. Tea started brewing and my mind too was busy searching for words to begin.
Tea stall owner old man was solemnly concentrating on tea making without making eye contact with me as if I was an outcast. I took the tea cup and handed Sukar da the gently. I could sense the turmoil in the mind of Sukar Da as well.
Sipping on tea slowly I started, "Sukar Da, the five lac rupees....,
before I could complete the sentence, the tea cup slipped his shaking hands and Sukar da fell to the ground in an epileptic fit. I and the tea stall owner both startled scrambled to his rescue. My mind wishing he doesn't croak over this and was praying hard as hell he regains consciousness.....,My phone started ringing, Home....Home.....Home......, bouncing heavily on my ear drums.....,
To be continued....,,
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Concluding Part 6
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