I'm Masoon, an Indian boy, who works in a factory and returns back home late at night. I own a motorcycle and that's the only means of transport I have.

I'm going to narrate a story to you. Something which happened with me two years ago.

It was a cold winter morning and i had finished my duty at 10pm. I was riding back home when I saw a beautiful woman standing near the station. It was odd, because the last train had already left.

She looked tense and was constantly shaking from cold. I thought of offering her a ride but suddenly it came to my mind that my old grandmother had once told me that a young woman had committed suicide, and her spirit roamed around the entire station.

When I saw that she wasn't looking at me, I sped off towards the bus station.

"Uncle, can you pick up a girl near the station. She looks to be lost." I said to a guy in an auto rickshaw.

"Saheb, it's very late. I'm sorry but I can't." He said in a hushed voice. "There are ghosts here."

I nodded in bewilderment and  thought of going back home. I'm was sure that the girl would find someone.

I was halfway down the street, when suddenly my phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked as I stopped my motorcycle.

"Bhaiya, save me, these goons are going to molest me." I heard someone yelling. That was until I realised that it was my sister, whom I had never seen or met. I had only heard her voice through calls.

I went back to the station and saw that girl standing there. When she looked at me, she smiled.

"Bhaiya, you've come." With that she hugged me.

It was a full moon night and my destiny was to meet my dead sister. When I was young, my parents had abandoned her. Our society wouldn't accept girls, but my grandmother gave her shelter and protected her.

This is my story.

What is yours?