This story (not a story but a real incident that happened) dates back to the year 2004. It was my summer vacation (I don't remember if it happened in May or June), so my family (including my father, my mother and my 2 siblings) went to visit my paternal grandfather & grandma. We get less chances of visiting them as we have to change two trains, ride 70km (approx.) in the bus, and walk few meters to reach their home. Secondly, my father gets very less consequent holidays except the sanctioned ones (done by the company he works in). Our grandparents' home is one of the old-style architecture, more than half built with concrete (some renovation was done) and the other half built with carved stone (I'm fascinated by them), clay (or whatever) and wood plank. It basically depicts a typical rural-Indian home. There is well in our backyard and a stable for cows and goats, adjoining a garden of mango and guava trees.
We reached their village before the noon. Though it was summer, temperature was quite cool (temperatures don't rise much there). I met my grandparents, touched their feets as a sign of paying respect and then ate lunch with all of them. After sometime, they started gossiping. I'm not a 'gossip-guy', so I told my parents that I am going to roam along the home (outside of course). Out there, I walked along the mango trees until I stopped in front of a bush where a new kind of insect (or moth), with vibrant colors fluttered its wings. I have a deep interest in flora and fauna from my childhood, so I just couldn't pass by the insect without having the ample sight of it.
The ground (terrain) is wavy there and you like to walk getting up and then down and so on. I went far from the home and thus, I had to return (to not get scolded). I was a few feet away from the home when I saw a small cute girl playing with pebbles. She asked me if I would play with her and I don't know why I agreed. I played with her and soon we became friends too. I asked her where her home was. She pointed to my grandparents' house. I got stunned. As soon as I could ask any other question to her, my sister shouted from the fence inviting me for eating the snacks my grandma had made and ran inside. I looked back at my new friend and she was nowhere to be seen. I wasn't scared but it was a little bit frightening. Two days later, I again met her and asked where she went that day. We had normal talks. She always told me to not tell about her to anyone else and I never did too. The same night, she came where I had my bed arranged and asked her in a whispering voice how she entered (because all the doors were already locked). She reluctantly answered that she was a spirit and she immediately held my hands as if she didn't want me to be frightened and make me calm. She told her story. She said that she was my father's younger sister (My father is the eldest and has two brothers more) She didn't know about the younger brothers because she died before they were born. She told about my grandpa, grandma and my father and how they loved her. Next morning, I stood by the well and cried, yes I cried because I mourned her death. My eyes were closed and then I felt someone giving me a slight soft hump at my shoulder. I turned around and saw her. She said that it is not the well in which she died, it was between the mango garden and the stable, the place has now been filled with soil, so no one new would come to know about that.
It was our last day. We packed our bags and walked off to the bus stop. We boarded the bus after waiting for few minutes. As I got seated (I had the window seat), I saw her at the edge of the bad built road giving a bye-bye wave to me. I didn't surely believe if it was true until the day (three years back) my father spoke about her dead sister reluctantly (he didn't say much about her). My belief got stronger towards God and the existence of the 'unseen'. I wish I could see her once more in my life when I visit my village. Just once.