THE CASTLE

Dev Anand means 'Joy of God'. True a that is what one can tell is the personality of Devanand Krishna, pure and selfless. Calm and tranquil. As a orphan living in a Ashram at the banks of life giving river Ganga he always felt that something is calling him to the far and beyond. Atleast that's what he thought when he got on the educational trip to Castle Ophola Da'Claire, not knowing how this small a week trip is going to change his entire perspective about the world of living and as well as maybe world of...... Dead ?????

"What we do now ?" He bellowed looking at the black mass. "We run." I said stepping back. "Wait what ? It will kill others." He said stubbornly standing with a stupid curtain rod in his hands. "If don't run we will die you dunderhead." I said dragging him back to the door out of the dungeons.

"Guru ji. There is something sinister here. The Rudraksha beads. They.. They are blackening..... "

"Is this is how you will get rid of it." She asked as he looked at her like a idiot. "What I am supposed to get lemons and salt !" He replied looking bewildered at her while it looked she is a inch going insane. "Yeah. As well as go and get some water and sugar as well. It will make nice sherbet while waiting for the ghost." I added jokingly as the lights and devices flickered in our vincity. "Look like it didn't like your joke Anand." Dhruv let out a nervous chuckle as the black mass appeared above our heads.