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I Heard Screams

 I rushed to the train station to catch the last local train home at 2:00 AM. A client meeting had run late, and I was among the few passengers returning from a late-night shift. Mumbai, a city known for its bustling energy, can sometimes feel strangely empty at such late hours.

   As I exited the station, I planned to walk home since my apartment was only a 15-20 minute walk away. The station was nearly deserted at this time. Just as I stepped outside, I heard a distant scream that startled me. It sounded like multiple women screaming at once. Gathering my courage, I continued walking slowly.

   I often met my transgender friend, Radha, at the station. She had been a great help during my early days in Mumbai, assisting me during rainstorms, power outages, and even navigating the ticket counter. Our friendship had grown over time, and I always made sure to greet her with a warm smile and give her a ten-rupee note, no matter how late I was for work. In return, she would bless me wholeheartedly, as if she understood the challenges I faced.

   On this night, I could faintly see a group of women gathered in the middle of the road, engaged in some activity. The area was poorly lit, and I had to cross under a bridge to reach my destination. Initially, I hesitated, as something felt amiss. It was a moonless night (Amavasya), and I hadn't realized it until then.

   I noticed the group eating something, and suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. Someone seemed to be following me. Just then, I saw a tiny, frail woman walking towards me, still seated. As soon as she noticed me, the women let out ear-piercing screams, sending shivers down my spine. I began to tremble, and sweat poured from my body. What were these women eating at such a late hour, in the deserted corner of the road?

   Suddenly, a woman in a red saree ran towards them, shouting. I closed my eyes, fearing for her safety. Instead, I saw the women flying away like a flock of crows, cawing loudly. Wait, was that Radha? She was approaching me, her hands outstretched. She grabbed my hand and led me forward without saying a word, eventually dropping me off at my doorstep.

  I thanked her profusely, and she folded her hands, explaining that the women were evil spirits devouring a dead dog. She claimed that her devotion to Maa Kali (Goddess of Evil) had scared them away. She urged me to move closer to my workplace for my safety.




*A story inspired by true events.

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