The very next day, I borrowed a duffle bag from the hotel staff, I kept my diary, measuring tape, research papers, water bottles, mobile charger and Tiffin box filled with scrumptious tortillas, fried potatoes and rissole, these dishes were ordered by me. I pulled over my dark blue shirt, and navy blue trousers. I was ready for the anonymous mission. I moved out of hotel, and caught a taxi to the place. As the taxi moved to the place, I was growing anxious, I don't know the reason, however, I need to get to the place. I reached the place, and after paying the driver, I stepped towards the place, there was an eerie silence groping the place. I looked at the houses, and started inspecting the place. I seize my measuring tape, and took the measurement of the house; I jotted down the size in my dairy, and all the observations together. I looked at the research papers, as it was mentioned about this place, so I read, and inspected the place too. In the research papers, it was mentioned that, one of the houses contain all the works of Vajrabahu. I was scouting around the house, scrabbling through the racks, and after my thorough investigate, I found parchments containing ancient runes. I dusted off the parchments, and stepped out of the house. I sat on the boulder under a huge tree, and sat reading the parchments. The work contained the mirror works of the Great Baudhayana, and also he had reverse engineered his works, those mathematical formulas were used to calculate the speed and the force of his evil powers. There was something bizarre written in that parchments, as these ancient mathematical formulas were used in preparing many bizarre things. I carried the parchment with me.
I felt shivers, and felt like someone is constantly watching me, I got up, and looked around but there was nothing. I walked a few miles on the road, as the place seemed loathsome to me, and the aura of this place splintered in my brain. The roads were covered by large trees; one of the trees was surrounded by pedestal, so I sat on the pedestal, and I washed my hands thoroughly, and grabbed my Tiffin, enjoying my lunch. After lunch, I decided to grab the taxi, and then, I saw a familiar sedan slowing down past me. I saw it was Mr. Singh; he got down from the car. I was surprised to see me, he asked about me being here, and then, I explained my purpose of coming here. He told me that, he is going to his cousin's house, Mr. Sharma. Then I enquired that, Is he the tourist guide? And Singh reciprocated the same. Singh told me that, Sharma had gone to village, so he had requested Singh to look at his house. Singh and I went to Sharma's house. I had dinner at his house, he requested to stay. However, I decided to go to the hotel. He told me that, he will drop me to the railway station, but I insisted to go by myself, as the station is ten minutes away from the house. Singh said jokingly, "Buddy, this road gets splits into two, so take the right road, because the left road leads to an old station, and it is haunted." I laughed, and said, "I will take care of that." I bid him adieu and left.
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MATHEMATICIAN. (The Quest).
HorrorI am on a search for a hidden history, which unfolds the dreaded past again.