Read the 1st part of The Alathur Yakshi before you to get down to this story. Click here for the First Part. Long ago a man went to a festival in a distant village. It was late night when the temple closed and he decided to return. As he was walking back along a deserted road in the darkness, he was stopped by a figure who asked him for a matchbox to light a beedi. He gave it to him. When … Continue reading
Almost all my students have already heard this story in bits and crumbs. I always refused to go into detail even when they press me hard. Well, here’s what happened that night. “Mashe, you’re lying! We know you haven’t seen any ghost. Rubbish! No sane man would believe your tale.” For a moment, I didn’t speak but read his nervous face with the serene eyes of an old sage. Then I sighed deeply. I put my arm on his shoulder. … Continue reading
