A Rainy Night

Rainy nights, waterlogging and traffic jams …. a lethal combination, but the monsoon is so incomplete without it.

It was on one of those evenings, when we decided to take a diversion, and drive on the captive road for BPCL (Bharat Petroleum Corporation Ltd.). A friend had given me the right passwords to pass through the checkpoints.

I was terrified to see a woman in white, waving out for help. Who wears white in the Bombay rains? Is it a ghost? I slowed down, weary of stopping.

“I need the password to get through the next gate. Can you help?”

 

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25 Comments

  1. Hmmmm…sounds quite a bit like the tale of Cemetery Mary in Chicago. Asks for a ride to a cemetery, then when the ride drops her off, she walks away and disappears. Well done for capturing that essence! 🙂

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  2. I think she is right to be wary. I usually find it pays to trust your gut.
    This was well written and you evoked that sense of eerie really well.
    Hope you have a great week.
    xx Rowena

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    1. Nothing. This road exists, and is meant only for the truckloads of material that the company moves. In times of traffic jams, others try to take advantage of the faster movement here, and find ways of driving through it.

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