And that corner of my medical college hostel

Follow my blog with Bloglovin After passing a long tiring caliche topped unpaved road we entered the place I was destined to have as a part of my life for more than five years, it was much better than my speculations judging the unpaved road that had almost slow witted my hope for a well-constructed building I wished for. Admission procedure was brought to end, and after several days I was finally going to settle in hostel. The hostel seemed so silent that at that moment we could not figure out if it was the right place, the number of students were so less that gave me a rough idea that girls far from my division have less involvement in their own decisions that was followed by the fake maintained image and stories their families may have overheard but eventually some senior fellows appeared to help out and soon it came the time to say a final good bye to my family who were there for dropping me. Our initially days were blessed with extreme summer days when blazing sun followed our head top, the communication was led through half shut eyelids but the nights were something I wished to have lived before. At night sky was juniper-purple. The sound of intoning mosquitos filled the air, eager to attack like been hunger filled through years. The stars were glowing like beacons for the lost souls of the world. A feathered medley echoed through the trees. The garlic smell of Makkah hotel drifted through the air. The clouds were bracketed to the eternal, summer sky. It was like a dome of solar blue. Sleeping underneath wilderness of sky little did we know about the long tough journey we will have to go through. Soon the sky turned darker as if evil grew stronger and embowered earth within, the roof of hostel now looked fuller, more burdened than actually an old construction would suffer. Fellows had gathered with their nets to prevent the buzzing hungry mosquitos, the roof was more resembling to mountain trekking camp. The upper floor of hostel where I was to live had another essence, a yelling silence prevailing around that reminded me of all haunted houses I saw in movies from conjuring to hereditary. Icing on this cake of horror conceptions a fellow shared her story about seeing the dead body they dissected on a corner of the roof where she pointed by her finger speaking “just there, at that corner I saw that man” I pretended to have it as normal incident like when something hit hard to our brain we often search for that around us but deep inside my brain flashed all the movie scenes featuring spirits who had some unfinished tasks to perform and occasionally appear for seeking help. Feeling the situation I questioned myself if the cadaver came to seek help for any task. Anyhow defending my own comfort I repeatedly confessed myself that spirits turn to Allah after death so thinking about this is baseless but a tiny suspicious corner of my mind was still thinking if he had any task to be completed. My questions were baseless to me because I was not some one to have these super natural skills. I tried to dim this negotiation in my mind. With passing every time then I used to check that corner twice to set my eyes focused if I see that wandering cadaver again. In this hope this year lasted and all I was able to see were colorful lights of Makkah hotel flashing through spaces between the roof designs.