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Link of all the parts of this ff:
Shot 1
Shot 2
Recap-Laksh talked with that lady and came to know that she is a ghost.
Laksh’s pov
After nodding her head positively she said, “but that has nothing to do with my present form. It might have, but I gave it up at last for that very reason, and went to work as a reader on a magazine.” Then she sighed, and rubbed the end of her long eagle nose with a reminiscent finger. “Those were terrible days; the memory of them made me mistake purgatory for paradise, and at last when I attained my present state of being, I made up my mind that something
should be done.
I found others who had suffered similarly, and between us we organized ‘The Writer’s Inspiration Bureau.’ We scout around until we find a writer without ideas and with a mind soft enough to accept impression. The case is brought to the attention of the main office, and one of us assigned to it. When that case is finished we bring in a report.”
“But I never saw you before—-”
“And you wouldn’t have this time if I hadn’t come to announce the strike. Many a time I’ve leaned on your shoulder when you’ve thought you were thinking hard–” I groaned, and clutched my hair. The very idea of that horrible scarecrow so much as touching me! And wouldn’t my Ragini be shocked! I shivered. “But,” she continued, “that’s at an end. We’ve been called out of our beds a little too often in recent years, and now we’re through.”
“But my dear madam, I assure you I have had nothing to do with that. I hope I’m properly grateful and all that, you see.”
“Oh, it isn’t you,” she explained patronizingly. “It’s those Ouija board fanatics. There was a time when we had nothing much to occupy us and used to haunt a little on the side, purely for amusement, but not any more. We’ve had to give up haunting almost entirely. We sit at a desk and answer questions now. And such questions!” She shook her head hopelessly, and taking off her glasses wiped them, and put them back on her nose again.
“But what have I got to do with this?”
She gave me a pitying look and rose.
“You’re to exert your influence. Get all your friends and acquaintances to stop using the Ouija board, and then we’ll start helping you to write.”
“But—-”
There was a footstep outside my door.
“Laksh! Oh, Laksh!” called the voice of Ragini.
I waved my arms at the ghost with something of the motion of a beginner when learning to swim.
“Madam, I must ask you to leave, and at once. Consider the impression if you were seen here—-”
The ghost nodded, and began, very sensibly, I thought, to demobilize and evaporate. First the brogans on her feet grew misty until I could see the floor through them, then the condition spread to her knees and gradually extended upward. By this time my wife was opening the door.
“Don’t forget the strike,” she repeated, while her lower jaw began to disintegrate, and as my Ragini crossed the room to me the last vestige of her ear faded into space.
“Laksh, why in the world are you sitting in the dark?”
“Just–thinking, my dear.”
“Thinking, rubbish! You were talking out loud.”
I remained silent while she lit the lamps, thankful that her back was turned to me. When I am nervous or excited there is a muscle in my face that starts to twitch, and this pulls up one corner of my mouth and gives the appearance of an idiotic grin. So far I had managed to conceal this affliction from Ragini.
“You know I bought the loveliest thing this afternoon. Everybody’s wild over them!”
I remembered her craze for taking up new fads and a premonitory chill crept up the back of my neck.
“It–it isn’t—-” I began and stopped. I simply couldn’t ask; the possibility was too horrible.
“You’d never guess in the world. It’s the duckiest, darlingest OUIJA BOARD, and so cheap! I got it at a bargain sale. Why, what’s the matter, Laksh?”
I felt things slipping.
“Nothing,” I said, and looked around for the ghost. Suppose she had lingered, and upon hearing what Ragini had said should suddenly appear—-Like all sensitive women, Ragini was subject to hysterics.
“But you looked so funny—-”
“I–I always do when I’m interested,” I gulped. “But don’t you think that was a foolish thing to buy?”
“Foolish! Oh, Laksh! Foolish! And after me getting it for you!”
“For me! What do you mean?”
“To help you write your stories. Why, for instance, suppose you wanted to write an historical novel. You wouldn’t have to wear your eyes out over those musty old books in the public library. All you’d have to do would be to get out your Ouija and talk to Napoleon, or William the Conqueror, or Sharmishtha of Troy (Guys, I have changed this name by myself for this ff, so don’t bash me as it’s important for this ff)–well, maybe not Sharmishtha–anyhow you’d have all the local colour you’d need, and without a speck of trouble. And think how easy writing your short stories will be now.”
I was totally shocked as well as scared. Because if that ghost came to know about this then what she’ll do to me and my Ragini? If she will kill her, then? How would I live without my Ragini? No I had to stop Ragini. At any how I had to do that!
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