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Thursday, June 7, 2018

THE FLOATING DIARY (Short Story Journal – 11): NEIGHBOR, NEIGHBOR!

Let me make a quote… A person’s world becomes special when one is blessed with a GOOD NEIGHBOR! Indeed, my personal experience says, a good neighbor makes life so much easy. This is the reason why my journal would remain incomplete if I do not write about this special being… My Neighbor! Even though my above words might sound a bit satirical, what I am about to write is absolutely true and represents a subtle comedy that destiny often plays on fellow mortals. Thus, I note down this unique mention about this subject today, so that when my memory vanishes, I would have a reason to laugh out loud and feel good about life again!

A few months ago, the empty apartment opposite to that of mine, got a new occupant. Mr. Surrinder Chhabra, a single unmarried man in his mid-fifties moved into the two-bedroom apartment along with a bunch of vintage furniture and a huge collection of books. Being an inherent lover of storybooks, I became naturally attracted to this otherwise elderly gentleman. Two days after his arrival, I knocked on his door and opened a conversation, to break the ice! Mr. Surrinder Chhabra appeared to be a sober man, but somewhat reclusive by nature. However, he was courteous enough to invite me inside his apartment. I spoke about various things and in return learned that Mr. Chhabra got recently transferred from Dehradun! This was again another startling information as the name “Dehradun” brought fresh memories from my childhood. That evening, we spoke for about fifteen minutes and I retired after inviting Mr. Surrinder Chhabra to my place the next day.

Over the next few days, Mr. Chhabra and I became quite well acquainted with each other. I asked my newspaper boy, Arun, to deliver his daily quota of newspaper as well. In return to my courteous friendliness, Mr. Chhabra offered me to lend books from his huge collection. He felt pained when he heard about my impending amnesia and encouraged me with his reassuring words. A sweet bond of neighborly friendship developed and I felt happy to get him as the man next door who is always happy to help.

Two weeks passed without any interruption and time moved on in its normal pace. Then, the thing happened! I knew Mr. Chhabra was not home for a few days as his door remained locked throughout day and night. I felt a bit awkward that the man went away without letting me know where he was going. Then again, I pondered that it was too much of an expectation from my end, from somebody whom I had only known for a couple of weeks only.

One morning, Arun knocked heavily on my door, while delivering the newspaper. It was about six-twenty by the clock and I was startled by the manner of the knocking. It was Arun’s usual habit to knock lightly on the door, after delivering the newspaper. But this was something else. The knock was more like a distress call and I hurriedly opened the gate. As I unlocked the door, the boy rushed inside, almost pushing me aside, and closed the door behind him with a bang! There was a clear expression of shock in his face and he was sweating profusely! I was confused and asked him the reason for his anxiety.

Arun replied in a tone of complete shock, “Sir, Mr. Chhabra is a g-g-g-ghost! I think something supernatural is happening ever since his return!”

Unable to believe his words, I asked Arun to explain further. He continued, “Sir, every morning, at dawn break, I deliver newspapers to the apartments in this building. Mr. Chhabra never picks up his newspaper, but keeps his door semi-locked so that I can drop it inside his apartment. I had been doing this ever since he moved in. Through his semi-locked door, every morning, I can see him sitting beside the window in his rocking armchair and looking outside. The last few days, after his return were no exceptions to this. However, while going down in the elevator, one day, I saw something! I saw someone walking up the stairs! In the dim morning sunlight, I saw Mr. Chhabra walking up the stairs like a stone apparition! He stared blankly at me with large red eyes. The first day I thought it was a mistake of my vision, but the same thing happened for the last three days! I am so scared sir!”

I didn’t have words after hearing this discourse. A chill ran down my spine too. However, I gathered courage, held Arun’s hands tightly and went outside. I knocked on the door of Mr. Chhabra’s apartment while Arun stood behind me like a ghost himself. The door opened and Mr. Chhabra came out and stood in front of us with large red eyes and a blank face. His voice asked in a heavy baritone, “WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHO ARE YOU?”

I must admit that at that very moment, I felt scared too on hearing the voice but controlled myself. I didn’t know what to say. I was speechless! Before anything else happened, somebody else emerged from within the apartment and stood in front of us. To my utter surprise, it was another Mr. Chhabra!

Arun shrieked, “GHOST! GHOST!” while I held his hands firmly. Just then, the second Mr. Chhabra broke into a fit of laughter while the rest of us stood helplessly.

As the air cleared, I understood what was happening while the second Mr. Chhabra spoke, “No Arun! There is no ghost! This is my twin brother, Paramveer Chhabra! I went to visit him in Surat and had brought him here to stay with me for a few days!! I am terribly sorry, if the identical looks have caused any confusion and anxiety to anybody!”

Both Arun and I understood whatever had happened and I too broke into a fit of laughter. The person whom Arun had seen as an apparition was actually the twin brother of Mr. Chhabra who went for morning walks every day, but didn’t recognize the newspaper boy. Arun made a weird face after understanding his foolishness and quickly went away after apologizing, while Mr. Chhabra introduced me with his twin brother.

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Mr. Paramveer Chhabra has gone back to Surat and our lives have also moved into the normal routine. However, it is important for me to note down this funny incident here today so that even if my amnesia erases the memory of this “Comedy of Errors”, I shall not fall a victim to this mirror image of my beloved neighbor’s sibling… again!


It is so very true; a person’s world becomes special when one is blessed with a GOOD NEIGHBOR! Indeed, a good neighbor makes life so much easy. I feel lucky that I have Mr. Chhabra as my prized neighbor.

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