I See Ghosts
“Are you alright, Utkarsh?” I asked. “What?” “I said, are you alright?” “I was.” “What does that mean?” “It means, you are irritating me!” muttered Utkarsh angrily. I knew he was grumpy because he hadn’t slept well and I wished I could punch him on his face for yelling at me, but I didn’t feel like getting into a fight at that time. Faintly, I patted his back. “I’m Sorry, mate” I said. “Tell me what happened?” Finally, he explained, “I met two kids today. Both of them were in tears and had a very similar problem. They told me that their classmates laugh at them daily. When I asked the first one specifically, he told me that one night he saw something strange from the window of his bedroom. He was sure that it was a ghost and the very next day he told his classmates about it. Since then they have been teasing him.” I spoke, “Oh C’mon man. Are you insane? Don’t tell me that you believe in ghosts. Ghosts are a myth and if he’ll talk rubbish like this in his class, ot...