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Short Horror Stories | Karmic connection with an old lady

One-night, post-dinner, I was strolling around my building area. I saw an old lady talking on the phone. She was arguing with someone, tears in her eyes. She was very upset about something; don’t know what it was.  Mumbai people don’t interfere with each other personal matters. I thought it wouldn't be wise to interfere. I felt a strange connection with her and couldn't take my eyes off her. I went nearer, she was still on the phone, crying. Without inviting her attention, I tried to hear her conversation. It was very unlikely to me to do such a thing. In ordinary circumstances, I would not have bothered. But this lady was not regular. Though I was very sure I have never seen her before, but there was something in her that kept me saying that I should be around her. In case, she needs me. I felt a strange connection and magnetism towards her. 

I heard her shouting, “I don’t want to stay there that house is haunted. Please don’t force me to stay there. I am scared. I won’t go there. Your bungalow at Hill Road is haunted. You get that.”
I personally don’t believe in ghost, but the word ‘haunted’, gave me a chill. For me, ghosts never existed. After that she started walking, I didn’t follow her, she hopped in a rickshaw. I came back home. I was still thinking about the old lady; maybe that old lady was manic. I realized that Hill Road had just one bungalow and decided to check Hill Road Bungalow the following morning.


Next morning, post breakfast, I went to Hill Road Bungalow, no one was around. I went to the door and I knocked it twice. Then I realized the door was not locked. I went inside and saw a garlanded photo-frame of that old lady. A garland on her photo, meant: she was dead. I felt sick and I ran away from that bungalow without looking back. As I came outside the bungalow, I saw that old lady standing I was shocked. I was trembling, she smiled at me and then she disappeared. For many days, I was scared to stay alone at home. 
After a few days, I recovered. But still I use to think why this incident happened to me; I never had any connection to that old lady. I went to consult a tarot reader; she revealed that the old lady had a karmic connection with me. Some past life I was very close to her that’s why I felt a strange magnetism towards her. She meant no harm, she appeared just to see me once.

Moral: Karma is your image in the mirror. You raise your right hand, so shall raise your right hand in the mirror image.

Happy Reading!

© Nisha B Thakur

Indian Online Moral Stories | Karmic connection with an old lady

One-night, post-dinner, I was strolling around my building area. I saw an old lady talking on the phone. She was arguing with someone, tears in her eyes. She was very upset about something; don’t know what it was.  Mumbai people don’t interfere with each other personal matters. I thought it wouldn't be wise to interfere. I felt a strange connection with her and couldn't take my eyes off her. I went nearer, she was still on the phone, crying. Without inviting her attention, I tried to hear her conversation. It was very unlikely to me to do such a thing. In ordinary circumstances, I would not have bothered. But this lady was not regular. Though I was very sure I have never seen her before, but there was something in her that kept me saying that I should be around her. In case, she needs me. I felt a strange connection and magnetism towards her. 

I heard her shouting, “I don’t want to stay there that house is haunted. Please don’t force me to stay there. I am scared. I won’t go there. Your bungalow at Hill Road is haunted. You get that.”
I personally don’t believe in ghost, but the word ‘haunted’, gave me a chill. For me, ghosts never existed. After that she started walking, I didn’t follow her, she hopped in a rickshaw. I came back home. I was still thinking about the old lady; maybe that old lady was manic. I realized that Hill Road had just one bungalow and decided to check Hill Road Bungalow the following morning.


Next morning, post breakfast, I went to Hill Road Bungalow, no one was around. I went to the door and I knocked it twice. Then I realized the door was not locked. I went inside and saw a garlanded photo-frame of that old lady. A garland on her photo, meant: she was dead. I felt sick and I ran away from that bungalow without looking back. As I came outside the bungalow, I saw that old lady standing I was shocked. I was trembling, she smiled at me and then she disappeared. For many days, I was scared to stay alone at home. 
After a few days, I recovered. But still I use to think why this incident happened to me; I never had any connection to that old lady. I went to consult a tarot reader; she revealed that the old lady had a karmic connection with me. Some past life I was very close to her that’s why I felt a strange magnetism towards her. She meant no harm, she appeared just to see me once.

Moral: Karma is your image in the mirror. You raise your right hand, so shall raise your right hand in the mirror image.

Happy Reading!

© Nisha B Thakur

Karma Short Story - Karmic connection with an old lady

One-night, post-dinner, I was strolling around my building area. I saw an old lady talking on the phone. She was arguing with someone, tears in her eyes. She was very upset about something; don’t know what it was.  Mumbai people don’t interfere with each other personal matters. I thought it wouldn't be wise to interfere. I felt a strange connection with her and couldn't take my eyes off her. I went nearer, she was still on the phone, crying. Without inviting her attention, I tried to hear her conversation. It was very unlikely to me to do such a thing. In ordinary circumstances, I would not have bothered. But this lady was not regular. Though I was very sure I have never seen her before, but there was something in her that kept me saying that I should be around her. In case, she needs me. I felt a strange connection and magnetism towards her. 
I heard her shouting, “I don’t want to stay there that house is haunted. Please don’t force me to stay there. I am scared. I won’t go there. Your bungalow at Hill Road is haunted. You get that.”
I personally don’t believe in ghost, but the word ‘haunted’, gave me a chill. For me, ghosts never existed. After that she started walking, I didn’t follow her, she hopped in a rickshaw. I came back home. I was still thinking about the old lady; maybe that old lady was manic. I realized that Hill Road had just one bungalow and decided to check Hill Road Bungalow the following morning.
Next morning, post breakfast, I went to Hill Road Bungalow, no one was around. I went to the door and I knocked it twice. Then I realized the door was not locked. I went inside and saw a garlanded photo-frame of that old lady. A garland on her photo, meant: she was dead. I felt sick and I ran away from that bungalow without looking back. As I came outside the bungalow, I saw that old lady standing I was shocked. I was trembling, she smiled at me and then she disappeared. For many days, I was scared to stay alone at home. After a few days, I recovered. But still I use to think why this incident happened to me; I never had any connection to that old lady. I went to consult a tarot reader; she revealed that the old lady had a karmic connection with me. Some past life I was very close to her that’s why I felt a strange magnetism towards her. She meant no harm, she appeared just to see me once.

Moral: Karma is your image in the mirror. You raise your right hand, so shall raise your right hand in the mirror image.

Happy Reading!
© Nisha B Thakur

Short Story with Moral Lesson | Happy Birthday, Stranger!!

Orphaned at an age of four I never got a privilege of enjoying family love. Growing up in an orphanage in Nashik along with children of different ages was sheer fun. I loved my stay there. Our mischief often offered trouble to Sister Mary. But she always comprehended it will with a smile. I miss those days! Though routine and life there has been always fun, but only on other days, not on my birthdays. On my birthdays I missed my non-existent family a lot. I don’t know if they ever existed. I don’t know where I came from; Sister Mary found me outside the orphanage. Someone had kept me there, homeless.

My birthday became a random date given by Sister Mary. I embraced that random date given by Sister Mary as mine. Alas, only I accepted that random date, it never accepted me. That date always left me sad. Till now that date has the ability to sadden otherwise jovial me. Just like it has made me sad today. Yes, it’s my birthday. Only if I had a family, they would have taken efforts to make my birthday special. Friends had called and wished me. But celebrating a birthday with a family surely must be an extraordinary experience.

Anyway, years have passed since I left the orphanage to join a bakery outlet in Delhi. Till date, I have baked many cakes. But today each time I baked a birthday cake, I prayed a silent wish that someone bakes it or at least orders it for me; someday, somewhere, someone.

The day at bakery started and was about to end just like any other day. Customers who came to the counter to collect birthday cake order appeared extra happy to me. Their happy faces filled me with remorse. Anyway, the day was about to end, just a few more hours and I will be normal.

I was the only one left in the outlet. I am the first one to come and the last one to call it a day. I had no one waiting for me when I reach home, but my lucky colleagues had. I always offered them an opportunity to leave early, thus making myself the last one to close the shutter.

This outlet was a bigger one as compared to our counterparts in other cities. This one had nicely done wooden interior, sofa-chairs area for customers, we served delicious coffee and snack menu, it's aroma filled the outlet, glass panel wall to view the sky as well as city life, cakes and more.

I was done with the last of errands and was about to collect keys. Just then a man walked in. Before I could tell him that outlet is not open now, his phone rang. He turned his back to me to start talking. The outlet was empty this made me hear his conversation.
He said, ‘They don’t have time for my birthday. Everyone is busy; mom, dad, and the whole family are busy.’
He finished the call and turned his face to me. This time I was able to see him clearly. His face had same lines of regret as mine. He ordered a coffee. I didn’t have the heart to tell him no and quickly made a cup for him. This stranger made me learn my life’s biggest lesson. He made me understand that having a family or not doesn’t make your birthday any special. It’s your day, own it without any expectation. I realized how stupid I was, expecting too much from a date. I vouched never to become sad for not having a family. There are people who are sad, despite having a family. Happiness should come from within and not from external circumstances.
Pleased about finding immense peace within me, I walked to his table and served him coffee. He thanked me.
I smiled and kept a small pastry on his table and said, ‘Happy Birthday.’

He looked at me in a special way and said, ‘Thanks.’

Moral – Don’t expect too much. Let everything flow.

Happy Reading!

© Nisha B Thakur

Indian Online Moral Stories | Happy Birthday, Stranger!!

Orphaned at an age of four I never got a privilege of enjoying family love. Growing up in an orphanage in Nashik along with children of different ages was sheer fun. I loved my stay there. Our mischief often offered trouble to Sister Mary. But she always comprehended it will with a smile. I miss those days! Though routine and life there has been always fun, but only on other days, not on my birthdays. On my birthdays I missed my non-existent family a lot. I don’t know if they ever existed. I don’t know where I came from; Sister Mary found me outside the orphanage. Someone had kept me there, homeless.

My birthday became a random date given by Sister Mary. I embraced that random date given by Sister Mary as mine. Alas, only I accepted that random date, it never accepted me. That date always left me sad. Till now that date has the ability to sadden otherwise jovial me. Just like it has made me sad today. Yes, it’s my birthday. Only if I had a family, they would have taken efforts to make my birthday special. Friends had called and wished me. But celebrating a birthday with a family surely must be an extraordinary experience.

Anyway, years have passed since I left the orphanage to join a bakery outlet in Delhi. Till date, I have baked many cakes. But today each time I baked a birthday cake, I prayed a silent wish that someone bakes it or at least orders it for me; someday, somewhere, someone.

The day at bakery started and was about to end just like any other day. Customers who came to the counter to collect birthday cake order appeared extra happy to me. Their happy faces filled me with remorse. Anyway, the day was about to end, just a few more hours and I will be normal.

I was the only one left in the outlet. I am the first one to come and the last one to call it a day. I had no one waiting for me when I reach home, but my lucky colleagues had. I always offered them an opportunity to leave early, thus making myself the last one to close the shutter.

This outlet was a bigger one as compared to our counterparts in other cities. This one had nicely done wooden interior, sofa-chairs area for customers, we served delicious coffee and snack menu, it's aroma filled the outlet, glass panel wall to view the sky as well as city life, cakes and more.

I was done with the last of errands and was about to collect keys. Just then a man walked in. Before I could tell him that outlet is not open now, his phone rang. He turned his back to me to start talking. The outlet was empty this made me hear his conversation.
He said, ‘They don’t have time for my birthday. Everyone is busy; mom, dad, and the whole family are busy.’
He finished the call and turned his face to me. This time I was able to see him clearly. His face had same lines of regret as mine. He ordered a coffee. I didn’t have the heart to tell him no and quickly made a cup for him. This stranger made me learn my life’s biggest lesson. He made me understand that having a family or not doesn’t make your birthday any special. It’s your day, own it without any expectation. I realized how stupid I was, expecting too much from a date. I vouched never to become sad for not having a family. There are people who are sad, despite having a family. Happiness should come from within and not from external circumstances.
Pleased about finding immense peace within me, I walked to his table and served him coffee. He thanked me.
I smiled and kept a small pastry on his table and said, ‘Happy Birthday.’

He looked at me in a special way and said, ‘Thanks.’

Moral – Don’t expect too much. Let everything flow.

Happy Reading!

© Nisha B Thakur

Life Lesson Short Story – Happy Birthday, Stranger!!

Orphaned at an age of four I never got a privilege of enjoying family love. Growing up in an orphanage in Nashik along with children of different ages was sheer fun. I loved my stay there. Our mischief often offered trouble to Sister Mary. But she always comprehended it will with a smile. I miss those days! Though routine and life there has been always fun, but only on other days, not on my birthdays. On my birthdays I missed my non-existent family a lot. I don’t know if they ever existed. I don’t know where I came from; Sister Mary found me outside the orphanage. Someone had kept me there, homeless.
My birthday became a random date given by Sister Mary. I embraced that random date given by Sister Mary as mine. Alas, only I accepted that random date, it never accepted me. That date always left me sad. Till now that date has the ability to sadden otherwise jovial me. Just like it has made me sad today. Yes, it’s my birthday. Only if I had a family, they would have taken efforts to make my birthday special. Friends had called and wished me. But celebrating a birthday with a family surely must be an extraordinary experience.
Anyway, years have passed since I left the orphanage to join a bakery outlet in Delhi. Till date, I have baked many cakes. But today each time I baked a birthday cake, I prayed a silent wish that someone bakes it or at least orders it for me; someday, somewhere, someone.
The day at bakery started and was about to end just like any other day. Customers who came to the counter to collect birthday cake order appeared extra happy to me. Their happy faces filled me with remorse. Anyway, the day was about to end, just a few more hours and I will be normal.
I was the only one left in the outlet. I am the first one to come and the last one to call it a day. I had no one waiting for me when I reach home, but my lucky colleagues had. I always offered them an opportunity to leave early, thus making myself the last one to close the shutter.
This outlet was a bigger one as compared to our counterparts in other cities. This one had nicely done wooden interior, sofa-chairs area for customers, we served delicious coffee and snack menu, it's aroma filled the outlet, glass panel wall to view the sky as well as city life, cakes and more.
I was done with the last of errands and was about to collect keys. Just then a man walked in. Before I could tell him that outlet is not open now, his phone rang. He turned his back to me to start talking. The outlet was empty this made me hear his conversation.
He said, ‘They don’t have time for my birthday. Everyone is busy; mom, dad, and the whole family are busy.’
He finished the call and turned his face to me. This time I was able to see him clearly. His face had same lines of regret as mine. He ordered a coffee. I didn’t have the heart to tell him no and quickly made a cup for him. This stranger made me learn my life’s biggest lesson. He made me understand that having a family or not doesn’t make your birthday any special. It’s your day, own it without any expectation. I realized how stupid I was, expecting too much from a date. I vouched never to become sad for not having a family. There are people who are sad, despite having a family. Happiness should come from within and not from external circumstances.
Pleased about finding immense peace within me, I walked to his table and served him coffee. He thanked me.
I smiled and kept a small pastry on his table and said, ‘Happy Birthday.’
He looked at me in a special way and said, ‘Thanks.’

Moral – Don’t expect too much. Let everything flow.

Happy Reading!

© Nisha B Thakur

Short Story – Happy Birthday, Stranger!!

Orphaned at an age of four I never got a privilege of enjoying family love. Growing up in an orphanage in Nashik along with children of different ages was sheer fun. I loved my stay there. Our mischief often offered trouble to Sister Mary. But she always comprehended it will with a smile. I miss those days! Though routine and life there has been always fun, but only on other days, not on my birthdays. On my birthdays I missed my non-existent family a lot. I don’t know if they ever existed. I don’t know where I came from; Sister Mary found me outside the orphanage. Someone had kept me there, homeless.
My birthday became a random date given by Sister Mary. I embraced that random date given by Sister Mary as mine. Alas, only I accepted that random date, it never accepted me. That date always left me sad. Till now that date has the ability to sadden otherwise jovial me. Just like it has made me sad today. Yes, it’s my birthday. Only if I had a family, they would have taken efforts to make my birthday special. Friends had called and wished me. But celebrating a birthday with a family surely must be an extraordinary experience.
Anyway, years have passed since I left the orphanage to join a bakery outlet in Delhi. Till date, I have baked many cakes. But today each time I baked a birthday cake, I prayed a silent wish that someone bakes it or at least orders it for me; someday, somewhere, someone.
The day at bakery started and was about to end just like any other day. Customers who came to the counter to collect birthday cake order appeared extra happy to me. Their happy faces filled me with remorse. Anyway, the day was about to end, just a few more hours and I will be normal.
I was the only one left in the outlet. I am the first one to come and the last one to call it a day. I had no one waiting for me when I reach home, but my lucky colleagues had. I always offered them an opportunity to leave early, thus making myself the last one to close the shutter.
This outlet was a bigger one as compared to our counterparts in other cities. This one had nicely done wooden interior, sofa-chairs area for customers, we served delicious coffee and snack menu, it's aroma filled the outlet, glass panel wall to view the sky as well as city life, cakes and more.
I was done with the last of errands and was about to collect keys. Just then a man walked in. Before I could tell him that outlet is not open now, his phone rang. He turned his back to me to start talking. The outlet was empty this made me hear his conversation.
He said, ‘They don’t have time for my birthday. Everyone is busy; mom, dad, and the whole family are busy.’
He finished the call and turned his face to me. This time I was able to see him clearly. His face had same lines of regret as mine. He ordered a coffee. I didn’t have the heart to tell him no and quickly made a cup for him. This stranger made me learn my life’s biggest lesson. He made me understand that having a family or not doesn’t make your birthday any special. It’s your day, own it without any expectation. I realized how stupid I was, expecting too much from a date. I vouched never to become sad for not having a family. There are people who are sad, despite having a family. Happiness should come from within and not from external circumstances.
Pleased about finding immense peace within me, I walked to his table and served him coffee. He thanked me.
I smiled and kept a small pastry on his table and said, ‘Happy Birthday.’
He looked at me in a special way and said, ‘Thanks.’

Moral – Don’t expect too much. Let everything flow.

Happy Reading!

© Nisha B Thakur

Indian Short Stories | What is happiness like?

Happiness is like a zero-cost beauty treatment which makes your skin and soul glow. This beauty treatment forever suits your budget.

Happiness is like a sweet box. Everyone wants to open it and take hold of their share.

Happiness is like a true friend and the pleasure that comes with it.

Happiness is like a book; a door to a whole new world.

Happiness is like a soup. It helps you to stay in shape.

Happiness is like a scent. You cannot spread to others without getting a few drops on yourselves.

Happiness is like a TV channel, giving out all the time. You just need to learn how to tune in and receive it properly.

Happiness is like a ray of sunlight, which the slightest dusk captures.

Happiness is like secrecy, like faith, and should never be streamlined.

Happiness is like a Sky. It is limitless.

Happiness is like those fortresses in stories whose gates are protected by dragons and we must battle in order to triumph over it.

Happiness is like stars. It is countless.

Happiness is like a flame which lights our path to contentment.

Happiness is like a Sea. It is profound.

Moral: Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain. But first, learn to recognize happiness.

Happy Reading!

© Nisha B Thakur

Indian Online Moral Stories | What is happiness like?

Happiness is like a zero-cost beauty treatment which makes your skin and soul glow. This beauty treatment forever suits your budget.

Happiness is like a sweet box. Everyone wants to open it and take hold of their share.

Happiness is like a true friend and the pleasure that comes with it.

Happiness is like a book; a door to a whole new world.

Happiness is like a soup. It helps you to stay in shape.

Happiness is like a scent. You cannot spread to others without getting a few drops on yourselves.

Happiness is like a TV channel, giving out all the time. You just need to learn how to tune in and receive it properly.

Happiness is like a ray of sunlight, which the slightest dusk captures.

Happiness is like secrecy, like faith, and should never be streamlined.

Happiness is like a Sky. It is limitless.

Happiness is like those fortresses in stories whose gates are protected by dragons and we must battle in order to triumph over it.

Happiness is like stars. It is countless.

Happiness is like a flame which lights our path to contentment.

Happiness is like a Sea. It is profound.

Moral: Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain. But first, learn to recognize happiness.

Happy Reading!

© Nisha B Thakur

Short Story - What is happiness like?

Happiness is like a zero-cost beauty treatment which makes your skin and soul glow. This beauty treatment forever suits your budget.

Happiness is like a sweet box. Everyone wants to open it and take hold of their share.

Happiness is like a true friend and the pleasure that comes with it.

Happiness is like a book; a door to a whole new world.

Happiness is like a soup. It helps you to stay in shape.

Happiness is like a scent. You cannot spread to others without getting a few drops on yourselves.

Happiness is like a TV channel, giving out all the time. You just need to learn how to tune in and receive it properly.

Happiness is like a ray of sunlight, which the slightest dusk captures.

Happiness is like secrecy, like faith, and should never be streamlined.

Happiness is like a Sky. It is limitless.

Happiness is like those fortresses in stories whose gates are protected by dragons and we must battle in order to triumph over it.

Happiness is like stars. It is countless.

Happiness is like a flame which lights our path to contentment.

Happiness is like a Sea. It is profound.

Moral: Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain. But first, learn to recognize happiness.

Happy Reading!

© Nisha B Thakur