Hum chaaron dost the - Hament, Rajesh, Nitin aur main Sourav. Delhi ki garmiyon ki shaam ko hum Chandni Chowk ke ek chai tapri pe baithe the. Mainne dekha ki Hament ka phone baja raha tha. Uski aankhon mein ek adar aag si thi.
Yaar, maine suna hai ki Purani Delhi ke bahar ek puraana bungalow hai, jismein 20 saal se koi nahi gaya. Poora khali pada hai." Hament ne humein bataya.
Rajesh ne kaha, "Puraane ghar mein jaana? Kya baat kar raha hai? Police wale hain wahan."
"Police toh nahi hain, par bungalow ki kahaniyan bahot hain," Hament ne kaha aur uski awaaz mein ek thrill tha.
Nitin ne kaha, "Log kahte hain wahan aatmaon ka vaas hai."
Main kuch socha. Hamesha se mujhe dar lagta tha, par aaj Hament ki baat sunke kuch alag hi feel ho rahi thi. Chandni Chowk se 10 km door ek purana bungalow tha. Wahan hum raat 9 baje pahunchne ka plan banaya.
Humne raat ka khaana khaaya aur 8 baje nikal gaye. Hament ne ek torch aur 4 bottles paani le rakha tha. Rajesh ne apne pocket mein knife rakha tha. Nitin ne apne phone mein recording karne ka plan banaya tha.
Jab hum bike se ja rahe the, toh main dekh raha tha ki aasmaan kaandh raha tha. Hamesha se mujhe laga tha ki yeh trip galat hai, par maine kuch nahi kaha.