Angel of Death

Angel of Death

Written by

Sanjeev Kumar Sharma

Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar Sharma

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 1500549088

ISBN-13: 978-1500549084

DEDICATION

I dedicate this piece of work to my beloved wife Chaya and my kid Aarohi who bring peace to my life with their beautiful smiles.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I extend my warm gratitude to my best friend Nagendra for giving me a thought about Alien-hand syndrome. My sincere thanks to Wikipedia and Google for providing me the basic knowledge on different neurological disorders. I acknowledge aliexpress.com for the cover image.

She is the sweetness in mother's lullaby.

She is the fresh morning rays of sun that clears the fog.

She is the warmth of a lovely embrace. She is an ecstasy of the first kiss.

She is Death, The Beauty herself.

ANGEL OF DEATH

"How do you feel when you're alone?"

Dr. Paul Joshua; most experienced and successful psychologist in the locality, is facing this question from his client Gautam. He is going to remember this question for he knows the fact that it's an unusual case. Paul's mind is drawing a game plan to solve this problem.

"How about we play this my way? I ask you questions and you respond!" He insists Gautam to answer him instead of questioning his feelings. Gautam became silent and prepared himself for Paul's questions. Paul could sense his young client's mind preparing to defend him. He has seen this in his fifteen years of experience; 'denial of fact'. Instead of being puzzled by Gautam's condition he is more worried than before. With a ray of hope inside and complete trust in Jesus he asked Gautam.

"So Gautam, you stated that your right arm is possessed by some kind of ghost or a spirit."

Gautam interrupts him by insisting that Paul has to address his right arm as Priya. Paul agrees with his client and continues, "Okay! So your right hand is possessed by Priya and you're in love with her?"

Gautam simply nods yes. He watched hell a lot of Hollywood thrillers and he knows how a psychologist deals with his clients. Though he listens to Paul, Gautam carefully tries to figure out the actual question his doc had for him. Paul slowly states that, "The fact that remains constant is you're in love with your hand and your hand is not possessed by any ghost or spirit or whatever it is you name it'."

Gautam slaps Paul with his right hand. This definitely is an unusual experience for Paul, for he has not seen this in his service. He is capable to argue with ten angry men abusing him but someone slapping him; never. The even more unacceptable thing is the statement of Gautam that followed by his slap.

"I am sorry doc. She doesn't like the way you address her; as a ghost or spirit." Gautam pointed to his right hand.

Dr. Paul couldn't wait longer he want to solve this ASAP for he knew at that moment that his client has gone far beyond his imagination. He asked Gautam trying to hide his sarcastic mood.

"When did you meet her?"

Gautam recollected his thoughts and narrated the incidents that happened.

It was 6:30 pm just an hour past the sunset. Gautam was lying on his bed. He was tired, even though it was a weekend, for he had watched his favorite James Wan collection of horror films. He was about to slip into his dream cycle, then he felt his hand heavier than before. He thought it was because of his uneven sleeping posture. After a few minutes he was pulled off his bed and he woke up in shock. There was no one around. Fear started growing its strength inside him. All of a sudden he was dragged towards his bathroom. He stood up by his strength but he couldn't resist the pull. When he was inside the bathroom suddenly his right hand pulled him to a bucket full of water. His right hand was completely immersed in the bucket. He couldn't pull back his arm. It was very heavy, and moreover he is completely in shock to determine the cause of that particular effect. He stayed there for almost half an hour, when he was able to regain his arm's senses. But still his hand felt that heaviness as if there was a dead weight hanging by his shoulder. He couldn't sleep that night and he watched his right hand all the night. Not even a small nap.