He walked towards me and a little spark of hope slowly entered through the doors of my heart. I think now I would be able to remember the promise, he might help me. He is standing in front of me. He clicked his fingers and brought me out of my imagination. “What?” he asked. “Why did you stop me, what's wrong?” He questioned. I can make out he is shocked. Without wasting his mortal time I said, “You can see me?” He looked at me as if I am a ghost, I mean I am a ghost but he doesn't know it yet. “See girl, I have a lot of work to do, so please excuse me,” He said annoyingly. Ofcourse he was exasperated at me I would have done the same thing if I would have been in his place. He is leaving. “Don't turn your back on me please,”I said. Thank God he has a soft heart which melted at my ‘please’ and he stopped so I got a chance to explain everything. Everything from the beginning. When I said, “I am a soul.” He exploded his laughter and said, “Great story, you can be a novelist.”

        Under different circumstances I would have been pleased but this is so suffocating. I remember my only aspiration was to become a writer because throughout my life I didn't get the chance to express myself verbally, I just wanted to find a way of expressing myself to the world, I wanted others to understand me.

         I even wrote five novels though I never got the chance of publishing them because they were burned by my father intentionally. He thought that these things are distracting me.

        After remembering this I don't want to stay here at all. I don't care what the hell this ‘promise’ is I just want to leave this cruel world. I don't want to stay in a world where people are selfish and heartless, nobody cares about anyone.

         My heart burned with vexation and I called to Aman again this time not pleadingly but with anger and resentment. When he turned to fight with me I don't know what happened to me and I rose myself above the ground and summoned a big ball of energy and threw it towards the empty side of the road where it destroyed a lot of cemented road by developing huge cracks on it. By looking at his terrorized face I felt guilty for acting like a lunatic soul and calmed myself. He was taken aback by this view, this time I didn't feel good infact I was guilt-ridden. I returned to the ground and regretfully said sorry to him. His thoughts were too scattered for him to reply, atleast he wasn't running away from me. We stood there still, without moving for a long time. Then when he got his senses back he said,“What do you want from me?” I replied, “It's a long story. Can we sit somewhere and talk?”

       Even I was also a bit shakken-up by what I have done. He said, “Okay, we can talk inside my house, I am feeling cold a little bit.” So, we got into his house which wasn't far away from our current location. As it is December he didn't switch on the fan. The interior was beautiful it was not a big flattering house, just a normal 1BHK home. I asked, “Do you live alone? Where are your parents.” He said coldly, “That's not important to you. Is it? I answered no.

        Then I started my story “Before dying, I was super introverted girl who was neither loved nor noticed by anyone. I was always hated by everyone even my parents hated me. After my death, when I tried to rise myself towards heaven something said inside my mind to remember the promise and fulfill it unless and until it was fulfilled I cannot leave this world, I am trapped. Please help me.” he said, “Are you sure that if I help you, you will leave me alone?” “Yes, I will. I swear on river Styx.” Then he diverted his attention towards the clock and asked me weather I would like to take the bed, then he would sleep on the couch. I replied that he doesn't need to worry about me, I don't want to sleep. After that we retired for the night.