GHOSTS.. Or is it You?

I've recently shifted to a new apartment. Still discovering the place, and getting familiarized with it. One peaceful night, when I am sleeping, I hear something, very insignificant, which could've been nothing during the day.

"What's that?" I think. "Perhaps someone's listening to some music, and anything sounds loud at 10:00 p.m. Ohh, But it sounds like a baby's cry. Some mom's trying hard to make her child fall asleep." I close my eyes, trying hard to fall asleep. But I hear something again. I don't do it intentionally, but suddenly my mind is full of weird "might bes" and "may bes". These lead my thoughts to all supernatural stories I've heard of. Movies I've seen in which the new house is haunted, and is known to everybody in the town, but the person living in that house. "Am I that person, and is it one of those houses? Is somebody watching me? My heart's pounding heavily (I'm exaggerating here a bit, but hopefully, you get the idea)."

What scares me.. really? So what if there's another soul wandering around? If two persons can coexist, why not one person, and another half person (Soul)? He (don't want to think of it as a she, she is scarier, somehow) is not hurting me. He's not eating my food. He's harmless. He doesn't react to the loud music I play. He's understanding and coexisting. He's like a silent neighbour. Just watching. Not even jealous of me coz of the new car. He's supercool. So, why does is it so spooky if he makes a little noise, harmless harmless noise, before he goes off to sleep. May be he's just snoring. Give him a break!!

"All this is nonsense. There's no ghost, it's only ME." And I try to sleep again. I am successful in covering these thoughts with rationale viewpoint of how ghosts don't exist, and it's only in movies.

But even then, somewhere, I know, he's watching me. "Ohh, silly me. Jai Hanuman Gyan Gun Sagar... zzzz...zzzzz.... "



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