Spooky !!

"Am I a ghost?" I asked the horrifying question.

"No, you are alive so you are technically not a ghost," he replied in an assuring tone.

"Who are you?" "Well, I, too, am technically not a ghost," he replied with a weak smile.

I didn't see it but I did hear it in his words. It made me feel better immediately.

"Do you want to go outside?" he asked, rubbing my shoulders.

"Going away wouldn't kill me, right?" I asked, fear making me irrational.

"No, it won't. Come, let's go," and he pushed me gently towards the door.

As we passed the door without even opening it, it made me wonder, and I asked suddenly, "Hey, how come I had opened it earlier?" It came out a little calmer than I had expected.

"Well you didn't, it always happens to people when they, err… you know, just start being ghosts. I mean, I have seen it happen; they don't realize they didn't open the door or anything …" he replied casually.

"Oh. Spooky."

We went ahead in the hallway, far away from my miserable self. We spent hours roaming here and there, not even talking. It was too awkward to talk about anything.

A few hours ago, I didn't even know this person and now I shared a life, or technically an after-life, with him.

For the next few hours, I tried to get used to the fact that I was a ghost. Not being able to touch anything and just roam about without any matter was weird for me. It felt kind of strange, but it was also kind of cool.

I looked around everywhere and tried to touch everything; there was not a single thing I could touch, and I knew it was hopeless but once I got used to it, I sort of enjoyed it.

"You seem pretty happy for someone who is on her death-bed," he said sarcastically. His words gave me a shock but it subsided.

Although I was partially dead, but I still could not resist his charm. He was unbelievably attractive and handsome. He had an interesting face that would fall between oval and triangle. His forehead and jaw perfected every feature, his eyes were a mesmerizing grey with hints of blue and his smile was just heavenly. His mannerism made him seem royal and the only thought in my head was why I couldn't have bumped into him when I'd been alive.

"Are you okay?" he asked curiously, and I was glad he couldn't listen to my thoughts.

"Yes, yes, I am fine. Well, to be honest, I am not that fine, but I am sort of fine. Oh, I am sorry; I didn't introduce myself. I am Amrita," I said and held out my hand.

He smilingly shook it and replied, "I am Armaan." "Amrita and Armaan! It looks like our names are shuffled for each other," I replied jokingly.