|| Distance Between Hearts ||

Prologue

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Prologue

Late Afternoon...

Dasgupta Mansion..

Kolkata....

March, 2004

A small boy of age 8 years was sitting in the garden of Dasgupta Mansion. He was keenly observing the surrounding with his deep, brown eyes while a small smile is playing on his lips. He is a cute, adorable boy with his own charm. But he is different from other kids of his age too, because while his elder sister and younger brothers were busy in playing in the garden, he is sitting in the lone corner watching the butterflies those were sitting on the flowers, watching the flowers those were blooming, the chirping birds, taking the essence of cold breeze... from his gesture it is clearly seen that he is happy..

But his serene and peace was broken by the sound of muffle cry.. It seems someone was crying .. A sob.. At first the boy ignored the sound and tried to focus on the pretty butterfly which was dancing around him but the muffle sounds of cry was only increasing... He felt irritated yet he could not help but stand up on his feet and search for the source of the irritating sounds which had broken his peace.

The boy looked confused when he stands near at the sound of cry but to his dismay he could not able to trace the sources of the sound while it is only increasing, but as if the God himself took the pain to guide him..

The boy was about to turn in his heel but stop hearing a cute voice, " I am hele (here)" ..

The boy looked more confused after hearing the baby voice but still could not able to found out the sources of the muffle cry..

" Look up, hele ( here).. look up you fatty..." this time the crying sound lessen a bit instead a demanding sound reached in the boy's ear making him confused as well curious too..

Suddenly a thought struck into the intelligent brain of the little boy.

" Is it a sound of a GHOST? That's why I am unable to see her?"

The moment the thought came in his mind, his eyes spark with excitement.. " ohhh... now I can say to the stupid Nikhil that Ghost are reality not any myth... Hummm.."

With a excited voice the boy exclaimed finally, " hei.. you.. are you a Ghost? I can not see you.. "

" You idiot... I am not a gosh( ghost). I am a vely cute, butiful ( beautiful) girl. Look up.." A yelling sound comes from somewhere near and the boy rolled his eyes.

Finally looking here and there, the boy's eyes struck towards a pair of tiny legs then the whole view of the creature come in front of his view.

There, in the corner of the garden, a small mango tree is there. A little figure is hanging from a lower branch of the tree with her one hand, while in her other hand she is holding a small mango in tight grip..