Bangalow of playing cards
Aakansha started playing cards. She started her new hobby of building bangalow of cards. It was so interesting. Before this she used to feel so emotionally upset. Her situation was so odd. It was not about wealth. She had it but on other fronts she didn't have much. She didn't got proper progress in career. She kept thinking about future. She knew that this was excuse but she was alone too. Her parents were dead now. Her parents were her past. She was not sure even if she missed them. They were always busy with their work. They just discussed about her career. She was always hopeless case for them. Still they tried hard. She was fond of doing painting. She kept sketching different things. She started to create new world with different colours. Those colours were touching soul on every point. Those colours were creating impact on soul. She did sketching with soul. She loved doing it. She was creating different world which create impact on her soul. She started creating different world on every point. She was sketching every day different sort of dream for her soul. She was feeling so hopeful with every sketching. She was sketching different colours which show different dream to thought. When she started sketching different look on canvas, she totally forgot everything. She kept thinking about just her dream world. She was creating different world than reality. She started sketching different colours with wonderful ideas. She started using colour and she was lost in it's world. Those paintings were wonderful. They were creating different looks on soul. She began to create different world on canvas. She began to create wonderful enchanting effect with thoughts. But paintings were showing different ideas. But her parents were not interested in her paintings. It was not profitable thing for them. Specially her father started complaining. One day he came to her. He sat near her. She was so confused. Her father never sat beside her like this. He always kept her away. But on that day he sat near. He sat in rocking chair. He began to move it slowly. She started to feel tense. His attitude was scary. She shivered with fear. He kept rocking his chair for sometime. Then finally he stopped. He turned towards her. " Well. I know you like painting but you must understand that it can't be career. You must choose something different." He pointed towards her canvas. " These are useless." She was so shocked. She spent so many hours on them and she knew that they were useless in eyes of her parents. But she didn't expected them to say it this way. She wanted them at least try to sell them. But her father took deep breath and said " You must change your way of life. You need to take some professional course." " But Dad I have tried all." She was telling truth. She tried all. She took one professional course. She completed it. But she didn't manage to put it in useful way. Everything seemed useless. She didn't manage any good job. She knew that her father was not even ready to help her. She knew that it was useless even to change her career. " I wanted to do painting." Her father gave her sorrowful look. Her father " You are doing useless thing." Her father went away. She felt so sad. He always kept coming in her room every day. He kept taunting her. She was so frustrated. She started to hate him step by step. Her Mom was just audience of entire drama. She never said anything. She just kept nodding. One day Aakansha finally asked her " Mom you never give any opinion on anything." Her Mom gave her sad look. Her Mom " I don't want to hurt you but you know your Dad. He knew everything in lot better way." Her Mom sat beside her and patted on her hand. She was so confused. Her Mom " I feel you should find another option. You could get married." Now she loved this idea. " You are right Mom!! That man whom I like might show interest in paintings." Her Mom looked upset. Her Mom " Forget those paintings. Just concentrate on financial status. You need rich husband." " Don't keep talking about his financial status. First I need nice man and of course I want rich too. Since I am not earning, I need rich one. But Mom can I get someone like prince charming. Someone with big heart." Her Mom looked away. She was clearly upset. Her Mom " Stop that dreaming." Then her Mom suddenly remembered some work and went away. Aakansha sat there. She was frustrated. It all was so wrong. She didn't understand what her parents wanted to suggest. One didn't want her to paint and another felt that she should marry just for money. They didn't understand her at all. They just managed to mess up her life. Aakansha was so frustrated. When her Mom began to introduce her with boys, those boys were so strange. They kept demanding different things. She started meeting those boys. Those boys didn't seem to like her that much. Those boys kept just pushing her down. They didn't like her paintings. They all kept saying that they were waste of time. She was upset. After sometime she just stopped meeting them. She told Mom that she didn't want to marry so both fronts closed for her. After this her parents lost interest in her. She was nothing but a showpiece to them. They didn't care much about their thinking. She was something who didn't exist for them. Her father was so upset by her decision that he kept abusing her again and again. Finally they died in accident. She supposed to cry and feel sad but she didn't. She just kept painting. She was so happy about it. But then slowly she started to get upset by everything. She didn't understand why. But she suddenly began to feel so upset. She began to feel that her parents were around her. She kept thinking that they would kill her one day. Because she was alive and they were dead. She shivered at that thought. She knew that ghosts didn't exist but sometimes she didn't understand why but she felt scared. She shivered with fear. She didn't understand why. She always hoped that she would be happy after their death but she was not she was just scared. After seeing Aakansha's fear her Auntie advised ritual in house. After it her fear reduced. But still it was there.
Aakansha never did it before. But she seen many times many people's doing it. It needed full concentration and peaceful mind. She didn't have time to think about other things. She didn't feel scared. She began to create different rooms with them. Her bangalow was not normal and simple sort of bangalow. It started to create simple bangalow. She was not building bangalow by playing cards in simple way. She was building different playing card special bangalow of special design. She started to create different stylel. She was creating different ways of design in bangalow. She started creating different playing card design. She started creating different design on paper. She was creating different design on pages. She managed to create different designs. She began to create different designs. She worked hard to create different designs. She started to form different designs on every page. She began to create different designs of playing cards which she created with pen. She started put different playing cards. She began to draw pictures which were created by playing cards. She started to place different playing cards. She created different sort of designs. She began to place different playing cards. She didn't know how to place different playing cards in beginning. She began to form different playing cards. She started to create different designs. She began to give different appeals. She started to create different appeals. She kept doing it again and again. Then she suddenly began to feel so happy. She was creating those playing cards Bangalow. She began to feel some touch. She didn't imagine ever that her life would turn this way. She always felt that she would be happy when she would be alone. But it was not working that way as soon as her parents died suddenly her hope became high. She felt that she could live as per her desire. She still remembered that day. She supposed to feel sad. She was not feeling sad. She began to feel free. She was started sense that no one could taunt her. She smiled happily but not before all. She smiled and laughed in her room. She didn't want to show world how happy she was. She didn't want to feel happiness from soul. But they were just harassing her. They kept demanding things from her. She didn't like them. She was always cause pain for them. It was so frustrating. She kept remembering just their worst side. She remembered all step by step. She received call on land line. It was from Police who told her about accident. Police " Do you know Mr. Sharma and Mrs. Sharma?" " Yes. They are my parents." " Well..I must inform you. They were involved in accident and died on spot." She was shivering with fear. But then soon she began to sense strange feel of freedom. She knew that she was feeling so fresh. She was so happy. She was feeling so pleasant sort of happiness. She was going to feel with soul. She started to feel pleasant touch. She started to sense that whole house just belonged to her. She could do anything. In fact now she could even buy anything. She worked hard to control her mind. But she was so happy. She asked in pleasant tone " Did you say they are dead?" That Police sounded confused. " Yes Madam." She wanted to laugh pleasantly. But she controlled herself. She took deep breath. " Yes..yes. I am their daughter. Which hospital?" He gave name of hospital. " I will come." She looked at herself in mirror. Her parents were dead. She needed to cry. But she didn't have any sorrow on her face. She needed to cry and then she needed to tell to neighbours. But she began to remember sorrowful memories one after another. She started to think about sad sort of memories. She began to feel sad when she started to remember cat. Her favourite pet cat! Her Mom gifted it on fifth birthday. She still remembered cute and innocent eyes of that cat. She could see innocent feeling in cat. She started observe wonderful look in eyes of cat. She was so fond of cat. She began to remember every cat. She started feeding that cat playful way. That cat was looking so cute. That cat was looking so nice on each day . Then she remembered that day when cat was looking sick day by day. That cat was totally sick. She began to remember that cat. That cat was began to look sick. She started to feel sad. She began to cry for that cat. She started to sense pain. She started to cry so loudly that soon maid arrived. Maid was so shocked. She was feeling so sad. Her maid was so confused. She screamed " My cat died!!" Maid looked confused. Then she corrected herself. " My Dad died." She still started laughing on it's memory. If she had not remembering that cat, she should acted in wrong way. She began to feel sad only for that cat. Then she needed to see those bodies. They were disgusting but she didn't even felt sad watching them. Whole time she kept face of stone. It worked for few days people came and went away. She pretended all. She was not hurt. She tried many things including onion juice for tears and finally it was over. She smiled happily. But then in few days it started again. She couldn't forget that day too. She was going in bathroom and suddenly her leg slipped without cause. But she sensed on that point someone was sending bad luck to her. She sensed it's negative touch. She was so scared. She was so upset. She didn't understand those feelings. She knew that she was not feeling sad. But it was easy to pretend. Then she suddenly remembered words of priests on funeral. That soul never die. She shivered with fear. She sensed that her parents might wanted revenge from her because she was not feeling sad. She needed to escape from those thoughts so she began this hobby of building bangalows of playing card. She was working hard on it. She created all pictures and she was sure that she could make masterpiece today. She gave it final touch. Then she suddenly sensed strong air. She was so shocked. It suddenly entered in her room and destroyed her bangalow. She was sure that wind never came like that. But it came and destroyed her bangalow of playing cards and she started crying loudly.
Aakansha started to feel so upset. Her voice was echoing in entire house. No one was there to hear her voice. But she sensed that there was someone to destruct. It was so wrong. No one was there to help but someone was there to destroy. She was hoping for complete freedom. But it was not working. She felt so scared. She felt as if someone was watching her. Someone was planning for her destruction. She felt so upset. She started looking at interior of home. She began to sense something was destroying different dreams. She started to create different appeals. She began to feel different sides of thought. She started to create to feel different dreams. She was creating different direction to soul with those playing cards. But someone destroyed it. She was so confused. Then she sensed that she began to feel that she needed to find company. She knew that no one could destroy her dream when people were present. She decided to call someone. But she was so confused. She knew that no one would want to join her. She started looking in her contacts. Soon she sensed all were useless. She took deep breath. She decided to do some cooking. She went in kitchen. She knew that she was good cook. But she didn't went that much in kitchen when her parents were alive. They had cook but now since she was alone. She decided to tell her that service was not needed. She remembered how did that cook took it. She took it in totally wrong way. Her cook screamed on her and said " You have done big injustice on me. I needed job." Aakansha " I know but you know very well that I don't earn much." Her cook looked upset. " But this is not fair." " I know but life is not fair." That cook gave sad look to her. Cook "Life is not fair with you. Your parents died." Aakansha needed to pretend sorrows but she couldn't. She started to laugh. Her maid looked shocked. Her maid " Are you alright?" She controlled her laugh and said " I am fine. " But her Maid looked scared. After that all servants agreed to take salary and leave job. She decided to keep one maid. But even that maid didn't want to stay. Aakansha felt so sad when that maid came and told her that she must go too. She sensed that no one wanted to stay there. She was so nervous. She felt that they were upset with her. But she was nice girl. There was not any need to feel upset with her. She shivered with fear now. When that bangalow of playing cards started to fall she sensed for first time they were not upset with her. Something was wrong with her house. She knew all. She knew that sometimes souls came back to haunt. She needed to invite priest to do ritual. She began to sense that she must remove those souls out of her house. She suddenly remembered her father's worst argument with her. One day her Mom brought her rich friend with her. She was not alone. She had her foreign return son. When they came, Aakansha was dressed in normal way. She didn't dressed in style. She was in her normal style. She was not expecting guests. She came out when her Mom called in her casual pajamas. She came out and she was dressed in normal way. She gave her pleasant smile. She started to chat when that Auntie said " Well you manage to increase weight!!" Now that was biggest disaster for start of conversation. She started to feel fear in her soul. She looked at boy. He was slim. He was in perfect shape. She sensed that she was nothing before him. She was in fat. She took deep breath. Her Mom came to her help. Her Mom " Actually she just began dieting. She didn't have time for Gym during her studies. Now it was over. She is planning to join Gym." Her Dad was in home on that day. He came out. He started chatting with them. Soon that boy managed to impress him. But she couldn't manage to impress Auntie. She started to feel so upset. That Auntie kept talking in strange way. She was so upset. Auntie " So what kind of degree you have?" She told her degree. Auntie " Good. So what kind of job you are doing?!!" Aakansha felt hurt. She sensed that her Dad was looking towards her in anger. She was so upset. She shivered with fear. She knew that this Auntie was going to create problem in her life. Aakansha " I do paintings." Auntie clearly got disappointed. Auntie " Paintings?!! Now that doesn't make much sense in life. I mean you are just wasting your time. No one give any value to painting. Those paintings are creating different colours which show new appeal to way that will give fresh touch to soul with fresh touch to spirit that give new hope but finally it turn into useless thing. I accept it is nice hobby. But for old age not for young age. In young age we need more energetic work. Something which bring money." Aakansha shivered with that thought. She knew on that point then they were going to show her paintings as useless thing instead profitable things. She started to sense every one was looking at her accusingly. She began to feel so sad. Then suddenly that boy spoke. " Paintings doesn't touch my soul that much. They are nice but.. they are not something I like her.." Her Dad looked at her angrily. She felt so sad and upset. Her Dad " She must quit it. I will not feel peaceful in my soul until she didn't." She still remembered his voice and his eyes. There was anger in his soul. She felt so sad. He wanted to her to quit painting. She still remembered his angry voice. She was so scared when she remembered his voice. She began to sense different atmosphere around her. She began to shiver with fear. She sensed that something was totally wrong. She thought that her Dad had never left that house. She knew that he was dead but still she could sense his eyes on her sometimes. She knew that she was not painting much these days. She was building bangalow of playing cards. But she knew that her Dad even didn't like it. She was so scared. She didn't got freedom which she deserved. She knew that she was still haunted by soul of her parents.
Aakansha was so upset. She sensed so frustrated. She didn't dare to paint after her parents death. She needed priest to clean her house before painting. She could easily sense her Dad's spirit. It was watching her. She knew that if she tried to paint then it could kill her. She shivered with fear. She wanted to paint on canvas. She began to feel that she must find solutions. She must paint. She started searching in contacts when she finally found number. She saw number of her grandmother. She took deep breath. Her grandmother was too old. Her grandmother was weak too. She knew burdening her at this age was wrong. But she needed priest to get rid of her parent's spirit. She had no option. So she called her. She called her. Her grandmother took call. Her grandmother was totally excited by this. Grandmother " How are you? My angel!! I wanted to meet you but my health didn't permit. I can't walk without help. I wanted to meet you." Then her grandmother started crying. She knew that her grandmother couldn't accept death of parents. She knew that it would have worst impact on her grandmother. Her own daughter was died before her. It would create worst effect on her grandmother. That impact was natural her daughter and her son-in-law died. But she didn't feel sorrows and now her parents were planning to take revenge on her. Aakansha " Actually Grandma I wanted to call priest." Grandmother sounded confused. " What ritual?!!" " Sometimes that keep evil spirits away." Her Grandmother gave sweet laugh. " Now do you feel you have evil spirits in house since your parents died?" She didn't say anything. She didn't want to tell truth to grandmother that she felt that those spirits were of her parents. Aakansha " Just felt like doing it. I want to do something to make atmosphere pure in house." Her grandmother sounded confused. Then grandmother gave her number of priest. Aakansha felt so happy. She called priest. Then she arranged all. She did one ritual in house. Every one called. She did everything in perfect. She looked around and she sensed no one round her seemed to find anything wrong in home. Every one talked with her in affection. She started searching for any clue. She soon sensed that everything was trying their best to console her. She needed someone who would help her. She started talking with different people. After thinking for long time she selected her maternal Auntie to discuss her problem. She sat in balcony when Auntie asked " Why didn't I see your new paintings?" Now she finally found a person who cared for her paintings. She was so confused. She began to tell all. Aakansha " I tried hard to paint but I can't." " I can understand your sorrows but you must get over them..." Aakansha " Please stop it. I don't feel any sorrow on their death and now I feel their soul is taking revenge on me." Her Auntie stopped talking. She looked shocked. " I don't understand what you are trying to say!!" "Well I know you have seen all you are only one who could understand me. Truthfully I don't feel any sorrows on their death. They always harassed me regarding my hobby of painting. I use to feel like caged bird when they were alive. I felt it will vanish when they died but it didn't. I kept feeling upset. I want freedom from them but I feel they are still around me. I can't manage to get freedom. Maybe they wanted me to feel sad as daughter but I can't!! They never acted like parents. They managed to destroy my future." Her Auntie didn't say anything about it. Aakansha felt hurt. She began to sense that Auntie might not like it. Aakansha " I mean I was not happy. But I was not sad." Auntie " It is not about if you were happy or not. But I don't sense any spirit in this house." Her Auntie stood up. Auntie " Let go to your room after guests went away. I want to watch you paint now." Aakansha nodded. Aakansha " Now I must try. After all ritual is over." Auntie nodded. Auntie didn't look convinced. She slowly went to Uncle and told him something. Then she came back and said " I will stay with you for few days." She smiled and she sensed that they didn't crack any joke on her. Her Auntie was believing it. She was staying with her that night to support and protect her from evil spirits. She started to feel so tense. She didn't want to stay with those evil souls which created impact on her thoughts. She started to deal with guests which was hard task for her. But after support from Auntie she was feeling so hopeful. She smiled. She began to feel so hopeful in her soul. She knew that her Auntie was going to help her. She was so upset when she felt that she needed to handle those ghosts alone again. She started to feel relaxed. When finally all guests went away, she sat with Auntie alone. She began to form impact in life. Then they both sat on table. They were feeling so happy. Then after sometime Auntie started suggesting that she must paint. She was feeling so hopeful. She went in room of painting. Auntie and Aakansha both went in room. Aakansha sat before canvas. She took her brush. She was using different colours which created different scene. It was giving different fresh look. She began to paint on canvas. She started to give new touch on soul. She started to create dream of her thinking. She began to create new world on it. Then she sensed suddenly her hands were not cooperating. She felt someone was stopping them. She tried to move them ahead but someone was holding them. Her struggle continued for long time then it stopped. Suddenly her hand became free but her force was too much so her hand moved too fast and her picture on canvas got destroyed. She managed create worst picture of worst combination. She took deep breath and shivered. Her Auntie was standing beside her. She shivered with fear and said " What happened?" She started crying loudly and said " It is still here. It didn't want me to paint. He will never give me freedom. I am locked for entire life." She started crying loudly and her Auntie took her in arms.
Next morning Aakansha woke up with worst nightmare. She shivered as soon as they woke up. She was so frustrated. She didn't understand what she saw in sleep. But she knew that it was ghost of her parents. She knew that her parents didn't plan to left her alone. She was so frustrated. Then her Auntie came in her room. She sat with her and smiled. Auntie " So it become clear that rituals doesn't help." Aakansha " Maybe we should tell some priest.." Her Auntie looked frustrated. " Why don't you understand!! No one sense it but you!!" Aakansha was so angry now. She sensed that her Auntie was feeling that she was mad. " Really!! Then why did all servants left?" Auntie " Because you manage to scare them!" Aakansha " This is wrong!!" " No your last servant personally called me before quitting her job. She told me. You keep looking around. You keep locking doors and windows as if someone is watching or following you when no one is there. According to her house is perfect but you are biggest problem which they need to handle." Aakansha felt so angry and upset. This was not fair. They never said this before her on her face. It was really scary. Aakansha " So what do you feel?" " Well I feel you need psychiatrist." Aakansha really didn't like this idea. Aakansha " I am fine." Auntie " You are not fine. I can see it. You keep on making bangalow instead of painting. Those playing card are useless. I accept painting are art but I don't think playing cards are art. Those playing cards are important. Painting are those skills which show new career. It might be hard to do bangalow of playing cards. But it isn't skill which appreciated. It is not that kind of skill I want you to do develop. I want to you to paint." Aakansha made sad face and said " I can't even create big bangalow. Those spirits even stop.." Auntie " We must visit Psychiatrist." Aakansha didn't like that idea. She decided to avoid it for sometime. Aakansha created worst effect on her. But as days went ahead her fear started to increase in soul. She started to shiver with fear every day. One day she finally gave up her efforts. She called her Auntie. Her visit psychiatrist was not something from which she expected help. She went there just to please her Auntie. She began to sense that it was frustrating. It was so sad and worst. She started to visit Psychiatrist just for Auntie. When she entered inside that room, she suddenly felt anger and hopeless feel. Then slowly she started telling all to psychiatrist. Slowly she began to feel so happy. That psychiatrist told her step by step that it was her stress. Psychiatrist " You start to feel guilty when you start painting. Actually you felt obligation towards your parents for sorrows but love was always missing." Aakansha nodded. " I always tried to hide it from world. I pretended which would create worst effect on my life and when they died I hoped it would be over but it didn't happen. It all turned in worst way. I started sense it in worst way." Then slowly Psychiatrist convinced her " All turned in worst way. You are suffering from posttraumatic symptoms. We see them on death of close relative. It doesn't matter if they are related with affection or not. But still you suffer. Don't worry we can handle." Aakansha asked excitedly " Can I paint?" Psychiatrist smiled and said " Of course you can and just in few days." Aakansha felt so happy. She began to feel hope first time after her parent's death of that freedom which she desired.
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