It’s a demon, it’s a demon. He was startled from sleep when he heard a scream from the next room, breaking the silence of the night. He was still in doubt whether it was sleep or a dream. There was also the sound of someone running here and there. Life is in multi-storey flats in the city! Connecting rooms. Not sure what time it is. I know it’s half. I have heard of this ghost and ghost but have not seen it yet. In any case, that squealing did not mean that Tian was in the next room. In any case, this is not a golden opportunity! That too in the next room! Half scared and half excited, he got up and walked towards the door. What type of person is Tian? Aren’t there many types of people? Are demons like that? Black or white? Handsome or ugly? Pandit or layman, veg or non-veg? Hindu or Christian or Muslim? Can ask Tian directly and still language is a problem. The fatigue of learning a Hindi has not changed till now. Still kids and some Hindi people laugh when they hear his Hindi. Do ghosts and ghosts talk in English, the universal language? In total confusion. Or is it like that when some problems arise?
So the door slowly opened, wanting to see Tian. In the light of the street lamp outside, shadows are drawn in various designs. It felt like a hot breath on the back of the neck. Without looking back, he realized that it was his wife. She is also up, usually snoring. When you are about to step out slowly, don’t give the “Shhh” signal with your finger on your neighbor’s lips! Dilemma to go or not to go. The thing is, they are also big spades and both are neighbors. He is new here. “Madrasi” in their language is therefore standing at a distance. Likewise, they also talk as if they are talking to aliens. The reason is not knowing India. Being stuck in other countries is often natural. There are plenty of stories of people getting stuck in the straight-forward, straight-forward approach. It may be right or it may be wrong. The life of the Malayalees is to be isolated in a foreign land due to the way of life and culture. At least some of the locals think that they are the ones who cheated them out of the jobs they were supposed to get. This is the problem of every man in his own country. Due to the lack of proficiency in the language, the people here often do not fully understand what they are saying, so in many places, they are like a dumb listener. He realized that the culture and way of life were different because of the stern looks he got from his neighbors for his smile at acquaintances. It was later learned that it means “uncultured”. If someone is older than him or close to him, he should give a “Namaste” or this is the experience.
Anyway, I don’t know what happened this midnight. Finally he took the neighbor’s advice and went back to sleep. Ears circled cautiously, but then heard nothing. In the morning, when I went to work, Negiji was standing under the house with Mol. “Where to?” “Oh, I have to go to the temple, she is not feeling well since yesterday”. A young woman is with Negiji, cooing like a wet hen. They reason that any serious illness comes because their enemies pray to the goddess. The only antidote for this is to call those who are perceived as their enemies to the temple and confess their wrongdoings in front of the Goddess and ask for forgiveness, then Devi Prasad will also be cured of her illness. “Or destruction. Destruction in home and family,” Negiji had once said. There is no point in arguing with such people. No scientific thought takes root in their minds. But without his permission, a voice jumped out and said, “After all this, can you show me a good doctor? After saying that, I went to work. I found out after a few days that the child was very sick. When I went and looked, she was curled up on the bed like a little child. She looked scared when she saw him. Every now and then she makes some strange noises. She walked back home not knowing what to say. What a child she was sitting on her mind! She walked here and there and looked after the household affairs with great activity! She came here to study and get some work. Now I felt very sad to hear that even the basic things are being done while sitting.
Later she saw her younger father coming down from the second floor as if taking the children out. He also hit her when she was brought down and stopped. “Not happening,” he justified his angry beating. Still a strange sound came out of her mouth. He is going to the temple with her again. If someone in the family dies, the beard and hair should not be cut for a year, and meat and fish should not be kept in the house. Besides, a calf should be bought from somewhere and given to a Brahmin after rearing it for a year! These are the customs of Pahadis! Ravi’s shocking revelation was when he was in class four, the “story of the coolies” in the middle of the night in search of human blood. No coolie has ever come forward because he can’t digest his own blood even by scratching and drinking the blood of the people he gets in front of. Some time ago, on the day of White Vau, a fairy dressed in a white sari came calling. By the time I got closer thinking that it was impolite not to go unless called, it had changed into a dry banana hand blowing in the wind. What to say other than his behavior! Later, I found out that Negiji showed Molly a good psychologist! After three months of treatment, she was as smart as before. Now she is in their village. What is all this when there are people who believe and are believed that it is enough to kill a man and sprinkle his blood to get rid of debt and increase wealth?
Content Summary: Malayalam Short Story ‘Ithu Bhoothamanu’ written by Nanu T.