I am sharing a worth reading fictional story which is written by Riti Sengupta "Where the crime remains a mystery"a Ghost story This place is considered to be one of the most haunted palaces in the country,perhaps this is what I could infer from the most popular search engine"Google". So, the below descriptive image was taken out by me somewhere around 8th Oct,2019,in the outskirts of Kolkata.I read, this haunted palace attracts so many people around the world,round the year.I investigated more and more about the place and the palace.I was so fascinated and drawn towards it for the very reason of its mesmerising beauty and the charm that it had to offer. Soon I found myself intrigued to the various articles associated with that place. Not that I wished and wanted to experience some kind of paranormal activities,but I was genuinely left with no better options than this to explore. Finally I zeroed down on this one and booked for a nights stay.I thought to myself that, "I should go by road and come by train...this way I could possibly explore both the ways of transport.The planning added to the overall excitement. Should I mention how the eastern parts of the country looks like?.Aaah somethings are better left to experience on your own.The wind gushing towards your face,smooth roads and a mesmerizing view,this is what I experienced while driving down the highways. The kaash phool(kans grass) one or the either side makes for a great visual. The wind that makes the kaash phool wave from one to the other side...ohhh.!!!..finally I felt the holidays have begun aaha....Now I am on my own. Not a very distant place from kolkata.I could see the palace approaching.Needless to say,the view was breathtaking and truly magical.Already mesmerized by the beauty of the palace ,I pulled my bags,without even realising it just fell on me and hit me hard.I was hurt a little but I chose to ignore.As my mind was already blocked. Suddenly,I heard a voice from a distance~"Welcome Didibhai" (Didibhai~an elderly person often addresses a young lady or a girl child). "I am Mr.Ghoshal,the manager,care taker ,well wisher and now your guide....hahahaha...come along. "This is your key"Mr Ghoshal handed me the key. The key appeared to be very old and the number "13" was engraved on it. "At sharp 4:00 P.M,evening tea will be served,meanwhile Didibhai you go and get freshened up and post that I will take you to the places around" Goshal babu grinned. On the one hand I was having a good vibe about the place and also kind of liked the good old man...Goshal babu. But on the other ,somewhere still I was feeling a little discomfort. However,I collected the key.Everything about the palace reminded me that I must have travelled down through the 'Time Machine'. The doors,the windows,the huge pillars,the chandeliers were aleady giving me a chilling effect to the whole proposition of venturing out. So I decided and chose to venture during afternoon. "You are not ready yet"I saw Goshal babu coming from a distance. I was feeling a little tired. I quickly checked the time and it was already past 4:00 p.m I skipped the tea-time. "Can I get a cup of tea"-I requested Goshal babu. "You missed the 4:00P.M time slot,you see,we are very strict with the timelines"-Goshal babu pointed and looked away. "I do not see many tourists this time "-I was offended and hence made an useless comment. "Didibhai it is not the usual time of the year,you may tend to see more during the winters"-Goshal babu said. Mr Goshal babu was the manager,I was told.He was a fair looking 6 feet tall man.I saw him wearing old fashioned heavy pair of spectacles.Suddenly he removed his specs and started laughing-"I will arrange a cup of tea "Goshal babu jokingly said. "Dont you want to venture around and see the place,come Didibhai I will tell you about everything" Goshal babu slowly started walking. I could see a last cup of tea on the tray,I quickly grabbed the cup only to sip the tea and walked along. I realised ,we were walking through the huge gothic structured veranda.There was a big garden across where the grass was overgrown. Goshal babu took the pride in showing the lemon trees,age old Mango trees,cherry plants and some of the rarest collections,that I never saw.I could see many broken window panes and doors. "This way" Goshal babu loudly pointed out Suddenly I happended to see a broken sign board that read"BEWARE" "Goshal babu!!!..... I want to see this part of the palace too" I called out. When I opened the big wooden door,initially it felt heavy and the latches seemed rusted.The room had an old fashioned wooden engraved bed and a dresser. Suddenly,I happened to trip on a flower vase,as I bent to pick up the pieces,I saw a lady somewhere in her mid 60s,wearing a bengali fashioned saree approaching towards me.I could see her pale face.But she was beautiful wearing shakha pola (symbol of a married women,that you may normally see,a bengali women wearing white and red colored coral bangles representing marital status.) Mr Goshal pointed and said~"you should not have come here" Ofcourse the lady seemed little disturbed as I entered and intervened the most private section of the palace and to top it all I broke an old and beautiful vase.I was feeling terribly bad and ashamed at that moment. Suddenly the very idea of the most hyped about ghost stories that this palace had to offer,had just flown away. The place seemed to be holy and divine. "Come this way"Ghoshal babu shouted from a distance. "I saw this lady there,is she from this generation?" I could not see anyone around."Wait..!!!!Ghoshal babu" I shouted. "No one can see her and do not venture out there"-Ghoshal babu stated furiously. A minute ago I saw over green grasses,dusty and rustic doors,but the next minute the entire palace seemed like a knight in shining armour. "Leave it, I can do it myself"~the lady indicated with her hand pointing towards me. Her diction impacted such a vibe that I suddenly left the broken pieces that I had,which too fell off and broke down to many more pieces. " I am so sorry,I shouldn't have come inside,I came here for a one day tour and......" I could clearly see her having no interest in me. "Please lets leave"~Goshal babu pointed out. I too thought to myself that it would be better if I would just leave "This way!"Goshal babu exclaimed. As I turned around and walked away through the large veranda,I could hear a sound of crying. Slowly and gradually the volume increased as and when I started to walk away,I moved back and started following the sound.I saw the same lady crying. Goshal babu must have sensed something unusual and so accompanied me. "I am sorry,I can replace another one if that is what makes you cry".I ensured the lady. Goshal babu's protection made me feel a little relieved. The next minute I saw a hand clutching down my wrist ~"PLEASE FREE THE SOUL AND SAVE US"-the lady said. I could see her tears shed when she spoke and a minute later I remained totally quiet.I could sense the blood rushing through my entire body,as she said "PLEASE PERFORM THE LAST RITES FOR ME" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "She says this to all to perform the last rites"~Ghoshal babu grudged "Can you help me"tears were rolling down as she started to walk away inside the closed room. "Is she alive or what I just encountered is a soul roaming inside the palace." my weak voice questioned. "I am with you,do not worry and please keep this as a secret I do not want people getting scared due to this.You may see many spirits walking this way in this palace.I do not want business getting affected due to this.People should come and travel down to see this majestic palace.I find solace here"~Goshal babu got a little emotional saying this. I was left with a mixed feeling of despair and pain.I thought to myself that I met with a sad soul today.But at the end I too realised there were a very few happy souls that I met around.But to sum it all I saw a spirit and that was something not usual. I did not wish to investigate more about the lady or her family.But what I heard about from Goshal babu was that the lady belonged to the zamindar's family,who used to collect tax from the local people. ~~~~~~~~~~ Today is the final day!!!!,I joyfully packed my bags.I was little sad that the time ended.But I wanted to take back this chilling experience with me.I finally bid goodbye to the palace.I wanted to meet Goshal babu for the very last time as he helped me touring the entire palace.So I enquired the other staff member about him."Ghoshal babu nahi dikh rahe hain"? I asked Mr Banerjee.Mr Banerjee looked more like a caretaker. "Ghoshal babu is a very healthy man he told me about his morning rituals once,must have gone for a morning walk"I thought to myself "Please submit your keys at the counter"-Mr.Banerjee told in a very carefree tone. "Ok I am leaving today,I already checked out,it was a nice stay"I mentioned to him. Mr.Banerjee looked away as he must have witnessed many common dwellers like me and waved his hands up in the sky.I collected a few pamphlets from the counter and headed towards the station.The place was so green and close to the nature. As I boarded the train-"Gaadi time pe hai"?I asked a chaiwala. "Haa Didi time pe hai,chai le lo na,paanch ka ek"he said.I was already fascinated and the kulhar chai added to the whole excitement.That day I could see a very few people boarding the train .I closed my eyes and started recalling the paradise,I was in for a day and its enthralling pieces of work and artifacts. I suddenly remembered about the pamphlet I collected.I took out the pamphlet and started reading. And the very next minute I was numb. "Chai,chai,chaiyaaa....Didi chai lo na...Gaadi late hai ,hum time p hai"..and he laughed I sipped the tea and started recalling what actually happened. The pamphlet had a descriptive picture of Krishna Mohan Ghoshal. The pamphlet warns about Mr Ghoshal and says he belonged to the first generation of the family.During 1800's he used to live with his wife kadambari in the private section of the palace where no one is allowed inside room no."13".Mr Ghoshal's'death is still a mystery,as some say he had been pushed by someone from the terrace and some say he attempted suicide.No one knows the truth. The lady I met, at present lives in the room where Mr Ghoshal's descendants resided.Her name is Durgadev.Durgadevi lost her mental balance long back.And hence the pamphlet warns the reader to stay away from the private section of the palace. Suddenly I realised,perhaps Durgadevi conveyed about performing the last rituals of Mr Ghoshal. The pamphlet warned and asked tourists to report to Mr.Banerjee(Manager) if they witness any unsual activity. Pamphlet also told that many witnessed Mr Ghoshal as a manager and a friendly guide.I quickly added with a pen stating "So did I ". The cold tea fell on my lap as the train jerked and moved back only to gain the momentum. I saw passangers boarding from the next station.I left the pamphlet and got down at my destination. "Oh wowww!!!this can be our next holiday spot"I saw a young couple reading the pamphlet. The loud volume of the engine took over the conversation as I saw the train moving away. ****This story is conceptualized and written by me. The below picture is a reference used from an original palace clicked through an ordinary camera. Please note that the palace from where this reference was drawn is absoutely safe and no unusual activity ever reported.This is purely a work of fiction with a purpose to entertain the readers.
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Mystery in the Palace

I am sharing a worth reading fictional story which is written by Riti Sengupta "Where the crime remains a mystery"a Ghost story This place is considered to be one of the most haunted palaces in the country,perhaps this is what I could infer from the most popular search engine"Google". So, the below descriptive image was taken out by me somewhere around 8th Oct,2019,in the outskirts of Kolkata.I read, this haunted palace attracts so many people around the world,round the year.I investigated more and more about the place and the palace.I was so fascinated and drawn towards it for the very reason of its mesmerising beauty and the charm that it had to offer. Soon I found myself intrigued to the various articles associated with that place. Not that I wished and wanted to experience some kind of paranormal activities,but I was genuinely left with no better options than this to explore. Finally I zeroed down on this one and booked for a nights stay.I thought to myself that, "I should go by road and come by train...this way I could possibly explore both the ways of transport.The planning added to the overall excitement. Should I mention how the eastern parts of the country looks like?.Aaah somethings are better left to experience on your own.The wind gushing towards your face,smooth roads and a mesmerizing view,this is what I experienced while driving down the highways. The kaash phool(kans grass) one or the either side makes for a great visual. The wind that makes the kaash phool wave from one to the other side...ohhh.!!!..finally I felt the holidays have begun aaha....Now I am on my own. Not a very distant place from kolkata.I could see the palace approaching.Needless to say,the view was breathtaking and truly magical.Already mesmerized by the beauty of the palace ,I pulled my bags,without even realising it just fell on me and hit me hard.I was hurt a little but I chose to ignore.As my mind was already blocked. Suddenly,I heard a voice from a distance~"Welcome Didibhai" (Didibhai~an elderly person often addresses a young lady or a girl child). "I am Mr.Ghoshal,the manager,care taker ,well wisher and now your guide....hahahaha...come along. "This is your key"Mr Ghoshal handed me the key. The key appeared to be very old and the number "13" was engraved on it. "At sharp 4:00 P.M,evening tea will be served,meanwhile Didibhai you go and get freshened up and post that I will take you to the places around" Goshal babu grinned. On the one hand I was having a good vibe about the place and also kind of liked the good old man...Goshal babu. But on the other ,somewhere still I was feeling a little discomfort. However,I collected the key.Everything about the palace reminded me that I must have travelled down through the 'Time Machine'. The doors,the windows,the huge pillars,the chandeliers were aleady giving me a chilling effect to the whole proposition of venturing out. So I decided and chose to venture during afternoon. "You are not ready yet"I saw Goshal babu coming from a distance. I was feeling a little tired. I quickly checked the time and it was already past 4:00 p.m I skipped the tea-time. "Can I get a cup of tea"-I requested Goshal babu. "You missed the 4:00P.M time slot,you see,we are very strict with the timelines"-Goshal babu pointed and looked away. "I do not see many tourists this time "-I was offended and hence made an useless comment. "Didibhai it is not the usual time of the year,you may tend to see more during the winters"-Goshal babu said. Mr Goshal babu was the manager,I was told.He was a fair looking 6 feet tall man.I saw him wearing old fashioned heavy pair of spectacles.Suddenly he removed his specs and started laughing-"I will arrange a cup of tea "Goshal babu jokingly said. "Dont you want to venture around and see the place,come Didibhai I will tell you about everything" Goshal babu slowly started walking. I could see a last cup of tea on the tray,I quickly grabbed the cup only to sip the tea and walked along. I realised ,we were walking through the huge gothic structured veranda.There was a big garden across where the grass was overgrown. Goshal babu took the pride in showing the lemon trees,age old Mango trees,cherry plants and some of the rarest collections,that I never saw.I could see many broken window panes and doors. "This way" Goshal babu loudly pointed out Suddenly I happended to see a broken sign board that read"BEWARE" "Goshal babu!!!..... I want to see this part of the palace too" I called out. When I opened the big wooden door,initially it felt heavy and the latches seemed rusted.The room had an old fashioned wooden engraved bed and a dresser. Suddenly,I happened to trip on a flower vase,as I bent to pick up the pieces,I saw a lady somewhere in her mid 60s,wearing a bengali fashioned saree approaching towards me.I could see her pale face.But she was beautiful wearing shakha pola (symbol of a married women,that you may normally see,a bengali women wearing white and red colored coral bangles representing marital status.) Mr Goshal pointed and said~"you should not have come here" Ofcourse the lady seemed little disturbed as I entered and intervened the most private section of the palace and to top it all I broke an old and beautiful vase.I was feeling terribly bad and ashamed at that moment. Suddenly the very idea of the most hyped about ghost stories that this palace had to offer,had just flown away. The place seemed to be holy and divine. "Come this way"Ghoshal babu shouted from a distance. "I saw this lady there,is she from this generation?" I could not see anyone around."Wait..!!!!Ghoshal babu" I shouted. "No one can see her and do not venture out there"-Ghoshal babu stated furiously. A minute ago I saw over green grasses,dusty and rustic doors,but the next minute the entire palace seemed like a knight in shining armour. "Leave it, I can do it myself"~the lady indicated with her hand pointing towards me. Her diction impacted such a vibe that I suddenly left the broken pieces that I had,which too fell off and broke down to many more pieces. " I am so sorry,I shouldn't have come inside,I came here for a one day tour and......" I could clearly see her having no interest in me. "Please lets leave"~Goshal babu pointed out. I too thought to myself that it would be better if I would just leave "This way!"Goshal babu exclaimed. As I turned around and walked away through the large veranda,I could hear a sound of crying. Slowly and gradually the volume increased as and when I started to walk away,I moved back and started following the sound.I saw the same lady crying. Goshal babu must have sensed something unusual and so accompanied me. "I am sorry,I can replace another one if that is what makes you cry".I ensured the lady. Goshal babu's protection made me feel a little relieved. The next minute I saw a hand clutching down my wrist ~"PLEASE FREE THE SOUL AND SAVE US"-the lady said. I could see her tears shed when she spoke and a minute later I remained totally quiet.I could sense the blood rushing through my entire body,as she said "PLEASE PERFORM THE LAST RITES FOR ME" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "She says this to all to perform the last rites"~Ghoshal babu grudged "Can you help me"tears were rolling down as she started to walk away inside the closed room. "Is she alive or what I just encountered is a soul roaming inside the palace." my weak voice questioned. "I am with you,do not worry and please keep this as a secret I do not want people getting scared due to this.You may see many spirits walking this way in this palace.I do not want business getting affected due to this.People should come and travel down to see this majestic palace.I find solace here"~Goshal babu got a little emotional saying this. I was left with a mixed feeling of despair and pain.I thought to myself that I met with a sad soul today.But at the end I too realised there were a very few happy souls that I met around.But to sum it all I saw a spirit and that was something not usual. I did not wish to investigate more about the lady or her family.But what I heard about from Goshal babu was that the lady belonged to the zamindar's family,who used to collect tax from the local people. ~~~~~~~~~~ Today is the final day!!!!,I joyfully packed my bags.I was little sad that the time ended.But I wanted to take back this chilling experience with me.I finally bid goodbye to the palace.I wanted to meet Goshal babu for the very last time as he helped me touring the entire palace.So I enquired the other staff member about him."Ghoshal babu nahi dikh rahe hain"? I asked Mr Banerjee.Mr Banerjee looked more like a caretaker. "Ghoshal babu is a very healthy man he told me about his morning rituals once,must have gone for a morning walk"I thought to myself "Please submit your keys at the counter"-Mr.Banerjee told in a very carefree tone. "Ok I am leaving today,I already checked out,it was a nice stay"I mentioned to him. Mr.Banerjee looked away as he must have witnessed many common dwellers like me and waved his hands up in the sky.I collected a few pamphlets from the counter and headed towards the station.The place was so green and close to the nature. As I boarded the train-"Gaadi time pe hai"?I asked a chaiwala. "Haa Didi time pe hai,chai le lo na,paanch ka ek"he said.I was already fascinated and the kulhar chai added to the whole excitement.That day I could see a very few people boarding the train .I closed my eyes and started recalling the paradise,I was in for a day and its enthralling pieces of work and artifacts. I suddenly remembered about the pamphlet I collected.I took out the pamphlet and started reading. And the very next minute I was numb. "Chai,chai,chaiyaaa....Didi chai lo na...Gaadi late hai ,hum time p hai"..and he laughed I sipped the tea and started recalling what actually happened. The pamphlet had a descriptive picture of Krishna Mohan Ghoshal. The pamphlet warns about Mr Ghoshal and says he belonged to the first generation of the family.During 1800's he used to live with his wife kadambari in the private section of the palace where no one is allowed inside room no."13".Mr Ghoshal's'death is still a mystery,as some say he had been pushed by someone from the terrace and some say he attempted suicide.No one knows the truth. The lady I met, at present lives in the room where Mr Ghoshal's descendants resided.Her name is Durgadev.Durgadevi lost her mental balance long back.And hence the pamphlet warns the reader to stay away from the private section of the palace. Suddenly I realised,perhaps Durgadevi conveyed about performing the last rituals of Mr Ghoshal. The pamphlet warned and asked tourists to report to Mr.Banerjee(Manager) if they witness any unsual activity. Pamphlet also told that many witnessed Mr Ghoshal as a manager and a friendly guide.I quickly added with a pen stating "So did I ". The cold tea fell on my lap as the train jerked and moved back only to gain the momentum. I saw passangers boarding from the next station.I left the pamphlet and got down at my destination. "Oh wowww!!!this can be our next holiday spot"I saw a young couple reading the pamphlet. The loud volume of the engine took over the conversation as I saw the train moving away. ****This story is conceptualized and written by me. The below picture is a reference used from an original palace clicked through an ordinary camera. Please note that the palace from where this reference was drawn is absoutely safe and no unusual activity ever reported.This is purely a work of fiction with a purpose to entertain the readers.

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