If Sushant's Back?

Haunting For A Cause

I woke up with a knock at the door. I was not sure what was happening to me. Was I too much affected by his death or was I imagining stuff? I walked to the door and open it for mom dad.

They had bought some stuff, few of them were something I would be interested in. but now, all I could think a was of Sushant. is he haunting me? whatever happened last night was it true? all these questions pushed me in a jungle of thoughts. I went back to my room closed the door behind me. I decided to the stupidest thing one could think of. I closed my eyes, with all the energy I had, I managed to say or rather whisper, " Sushant, are you here?" I don't know what answer I was expecting,  I didn't get any answer. I waited for a while, then I felt the stupidity of my act and laughed at it and jumped on my bed. my relief didn't live long, ' you called me?" said a voice. my heart skipped a beat, in front of me stood one of the most versatile actors of this generation, I must say he looks way more handsome in real than in movies. it's Sushant standing right in front of me. this time I was not shocked or even scared. I was rather mesmerized with his appealing personality. I kept looking at him until he finally spoke " hello? I know am handsome but can you stop looking at me. it's making me so conscious." finally I looked down. but still I was mesmerised, but I had a number of questions to ask him. but my tongue disappeared. i looked at him, ' did you call me only to look at me?' he said. Yet i couldn't speak. ' okay, take your time i'll be here when you are ready call me again, but then you have to speak up. Okay?' he said. And all that i could do was nod my head.

I kept thinking about it, after dinner i gathered that courage again and decided to ask out everything that was disturbing me. It was 12 at night, i called him 'Sushant are you here?' I felt a touch on my shoulder directly onto the skin. I was about to scream but then he shut my mouth. ' arey mai abhi bhoot banagaya hu... Thoda maza tho lene do (am a ghost now, atleast let me have some fun)' he said. I shut my mouth and looked at him. 'you're not gonna keep quiet this time too right?' he said raising his eyebrow.

But finally I spoke to him 'No, no. Hi am Payal and i know you are sushant. I don' t know whether what am seeing is true or not, but i truly admire your work a lot. Am very sorry that you're dead. But i have a lot of questions to ask. I hope you dont mind answering them.'

He gave a smile and sat on my bed. I was very conscious about how i was behaving and tried to keep it formal the whole time. I guess he understood that, he patted on my shoulder and said' Don't worry. I'll answer all your questions, you needn't be that formal with me. All the fame, money I earned is left with my ashes. Now am just a soul and you can consider me to be your friend. Okay? Don't worry' I nodded my head in agreement.

'So now you can ask me whatever you want to.' he said.

Alot of questions arone in my mind but the first question I shot was 'How am I able to see you? I mean why did you choose me to be visible to. Am just a normal girl, as much as I know I am not that useful to you in any way. Am not influencial to anybody. So why me?'

' I too don't have an idea about it. I mean i don' t know how are you able to see me. The night after my death, I was wandering. I didn't know where to go. I dont even know why am I still on earth, I should've gone to hell or heaven as per my deeds but I don't know why am still here. Then I realised am a ghost and can fly to places. So first I visited my dad in Patna and then all my loved colleagues. Time for me is faster. Cause as much as i remember, that night i was near my dad for more than 5 hours, but when i checked time in this world, it was just 5 mins. This is really interesting. Then i decided to check upon all the other people thinking of me. May be loosing my body has given me a few powers, I could track and see exactly who is thinking about me where. So then I visited more than 1000 of my fans and admirers, then I visited you. You were dreaming about me but were rest less, i felt bad about you and tried to touch you just like everyone I visited. But something different happened in your case. You could sense my touch, you were able to see me. How I have no idea. But it made me feel really good that there is somebody who can actually see me. So I kept visiting you and trying to talk to you. Hence you.'

He explained. Most of it was above my head but the only thing I understood was I was choosen to see him. And he didn't make this choice.

I posed the next question which was asked by most of the public 'So was it a suicide or a murder? '