He also believes that if the body and head are joined, the magician Adinath will reappear in his own body and he believes that someone has been able to do this work so far. So the magician is down to his work.
I said, "But I heard that the sorcerer achieved success by killing 108 people. Then why is he killing people again?"
Raghu shook his head and said, "No sir. He himself was killed before the 108 were killed. The remaining 3 were done by now."
Do you know those 3 people?
Why do not know, sir? Sachin was killed first. He used to show magic.
Wasn't the magician?
Yes. He used to travel around the country and show magic. Then Jagai was killed. He was cremated. Bajua was killed in the end. The zamindar was the servant of the house. Zamindari is long gone. But the name Zamindar home still survives. But you can see what the situation was. But understand this. Magician Adinath was a man of that zamindar house. I heard that he used to leave his possessions and pursue pursuits.
Then comes the story of Raghu, Ramu washerman and donkey.
It is better to take a stroll by the lake than to listen to boring monotonous stories.
As soon as I got out, Raghu said, "Come before it gets dark, sir. The colonel is different. He is a military man."
Stepped stone steps past the gate. Bushes and weeds are growing in the cracks. Down the road is up and down. The road comes from the left and ends here. On the right are small and large rocks, bushes and trees. A footpath leads down to the edge of the lake. I went there and saw a broken stone base. The lake water is clear. The sun has dropped behind the trees. So the lake is shadowed. Far ahead is gray fog. A black bird is playing diver in his mind. I sat at the head of the base. Maybe the love of nature got into the colonel's head. At the end of the day this gray time is really worth feeling. The incredible speed of the spiders on the water, the tickling of the species on the aquatic flowers, the calls of the birds. All in all, a wonderful vibration of the living world. Suddenly there was a knocking sound. I was surprised to see a piece of rock just falling. The chest heaved. I stood up quickly and looked around. I didn't see anyone. Looking at the rock, I was shocked. A piece of paper tied with thread is fried. I took the paper. I opened the frying pan and saw that it was written in red ink, 'If you don't leave here by tomorrow morning. Ohh lizard, you will also be killed. Tell your big lizard. Tonight I will send the ghost and give an advance signal. Be careful.'
Handwriting is crooked, small letters. Very busy writing. I put the paper in my pocket and looked around for a while. No, no one anywhere. It is the western bank of the lake. In the north-east corner is the Kankagarh settlement. I took out the gun from my pants pocket and looked around and reached the bottom of the bungalow. The body was trembling with fear of the unknown. Is the man watching from behind? After standing again for a while, I put the gun in my pocket and quickly went up to the bungalow. Raghu saw me and switched on the lights.
Then he looked at me with a concerned face and said, "Did you see something that scared you, sir?"
No, why?
"How do you look?" said Raghu in a humble tone.
Nothing is showing. You go. Have a quick cup of coffee.
The colonel returned after an hour.
Laughingly he said, "Ramu has met the donkey, darling. The courage of the donkey is to be admired. I told him that it is not good to be so extravagant. I have not heard that there is any scripture to kill a donkey. But it cannot be said."
I said slowly, "This is no joke, Colonel. This is downright dangerous. Look at this."
I gave the letter to the colonel.
The colonel read the letter and said, "It is insulting enough for me that the man calls me a lizard. You know, Jayant, the word lizard comes from a detective. I cannot make people understand that I am not a detective."
He said he will send the ghost tonight.
Why is that one? Send a hundred. But the lizard. Shit!
So the colonel called out, "Raghu... ."
Raghu brought a tray of coffee pots and cups from the kitchen and arranged them on the table.
He greeted and said, "I went to make coffee when I saw Colonel Sir coming."
The colonel said, "I have got news that the ghouls will come and attack this bungalow tonight. Be ready, Raghu."
Raghu said with a smile, "Colonel sir, ghosts wouldn't dare to come near the bungalow. But sir, a little while ago my daughter came. She said her mother has a high fever. I told her to go to the doctor. But.... ."
No, no. You go home. Prepare dinner now. We will eat.
Raghu hurried to go to the kitchen.
I said, "Raghu might be trying to run away. His daughter's coming and reporting mother's fever is a lie."
Why, tell me?
I could feel it when his daughter came.
You don't feel anything, Jayant.
The colonel smiled.
Then he pointed to the binoculars on the table and said, "I saw a girl with this device in front of the bungalow. Of course I didn't see you. Because the bungalow was high and you were low by the lake. There were thick bushes. But you should have been careful. The ghost of the magician Adinath has sharp hands. Walking around with a sword."
The Colonel finished his coffee and entered the room.
To be honest, sitting alone on the balcony was uncomfortable. Entering the room, the colonel is examining a bunch of orchids in the light of the table lamp. It was understood that they were collected from somewhere in the forest. When he started to explain the properties of that orchid to me, I said, "I will hear about that later. I have gathered some information from Raghu. They are more expensive than orchids."
What information?
Sachin was the magician and Jagai was the cremator.
Hmmm, your information is important. Magic is associated with cremation. But I already know that news from Dipu's father.
I said in a low voice, "Whatever you say, I don't like this Raghu. Raghu is cunning. You know he was scaring me. Besides, how did he realise that I was really scared while returning from the lake side to the bungalow?" He said, "Are you scared?" Got it? What do you look like?"
How do you still look, Jayant? Those who are not afraid of ghosts are more afraid of ghosts. Especially ghoul letters, more deadly than ghouls.
A little angry, I said, "Listen, the ghost didn't write that letter. It was written by a human being."
Hmmm, man. That man was probably possessed by the spirit of the sorcerer Adinath.
Wasn't in the mood for jokes. But I have always noticed that the more complex and deadly the mystery, my old friend becomes funnier.