I was very fearful of ghosts when I was in school. Even darkness. A mere flicker of a tube light would chill my spine. Whenever I stepped inside a room, I made sure that the lights are on. Everyone in my family knew about my cowardice. My brother and sisters used to prank on me and often tease me. Being the youngest, I couldn't do anything but cry. I would be strong and naughtiest during the day, driving my siblings crazy by my mischievous acts. Hence, they would take revenge on me during the nightfall. But I must admit one thing. Those days were amazing!

Coming back to the story, sometime during the evenings, I would hear some sounds of stone-grinder from behind the wall of our house. (stone-grinders were used in the villages where there was no electricity). There was nothing behind our house. But inside the house, I could hear the voice clearly. My brother and sisters were not behind this for sure. Because I could hear the sound even in...