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.

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© Nisha B Thakur