Namsate readers, I am new to this site. The incident that I am going to narrate happened with my Dad, around 30-35 years back. It happened during his childhood. My Dad now lives in Mumabai but he spent his childhood in our native place Jaunpur, Uttar Pradesh. Being the only son of my grandparents, he was very mischievous. As per my Grandma, he used to be full of energy everytime, always running places, playing with his friends and exploring different places and so on.
My father was very fond of mangoes and so was summer season his favorite. Everytime when an "aandhi" (mild storm) would come, he would take a sack and run to pick mangoes (mangoes that fell from tree due to blowing winds) from the "baghicha" (here,mango garden) with his friends, no matter whether it's daytime or night. At one night, around 2:00-3:00 a.m,there came an "aandhi" (mild storm) and my dad as usual ran to pick up mangoes. As he was collecting mangoes and filling his sack, he heard sounds of mangoes falling from nearby tree. And this tree was known for it's special type of mangoes. My dad was overjoyed and he started approaching towards that tree. As he was going, he stopped and then he remembered that this tree had no mangoes this year (Usually,not every year mangoes tree bear mangoes, sometimes they don't). He was terrified, he felt like waking up from a nightmare. He threw his mango sack and ran like hell from the baghicha.
I still don't understand what was it? Was some evil spirit trying to lure my Dad? And what if my Dad had approach that tree? Sorry for the length of my story and please don't mind my grammatical mistakes, if any!