He looked at the empty mat lying beside, what is taking Haran so long! Soon the kid will ask him to pick up the mat again. It was so tough to occupy the front seat and keep it lying like this for more than an hour! Boy!
The theater was yet to start! He could see the priest, who played the role of the heroine smoking a cigarette with full makeup of a princess and of-course the queenly attire.
Something made him turn, Haran was standing on the small mound a little distance away from the pandal, he gestured him to go to him.
He got up and then everything became hazy.
No longer how much he ran he could not catch up with Haran, he was walking at a steady distance without any change in his languid steps.
Something cold touched his feet, then ankle and slowly started to rise towards his thigh.
Haran was standing a little distance away watching him.
“What are you doing there Charan?” someone shouted.
Haran looked at him, his eyes were burning like embers, “Bless your stars!” he whispered in a cold, chilling voice before vanishing.
he came back to his senses.
It was Haran who was shouting from the bank, on the opposite end from where the specter vanished.
He was standing in the river, he could see the pyres that were still smouldering.
He shuddered and scampered up.
“You were supposed to keep the seats in the theater!” Haran grumbled.