Whispers of the nights, Part 2

With time Farid had become more silent. He hardly used to speak, although not to say earlier, he used to speak a lot , but yes he has started speaking only when it was necessary
Now his silence was getting attention and his Ammi used to ask why he is so silent. Farid just used to smile and say he was hardly silent, probably a denial which appeared as natural to utter

The night in which Farid had heard whispers into his ears had its imprint on Farid. He could not forget it. He tried to forget but could not forget. At some moment or the other the same thoughts visited him. "Farid, come back to us, come back to us"; at times Farid of no consciousness used to place his hands on his ears, testing if he is able to hear any voice. But alas none

Farid meanwhile continued with his habit of going for a walk, right after  dinner with his family. The daily ritual had stayed with him. Each day, Farid used to wear his slippers and go into the nights, walking around the compound of his house. At times he used to halt near the Dargah, checking if they tell something to him.

It was almost 8 months since Farid had encountered the night when he was whispered into his ears. By now Farid had convinced himself he just had an illusion and it wasn't else when he had heard the whispers. He started believing it. But yes, he hasn't forgotten the nights

Then it was Ramzan and Farid always used to have a late dinner, against all the advice of his Ammi. He believed he needed food to hold in his stomach if he has to keep a fast on the next day. It must have been around midnight that Farid was walking in his compound. Suddenly Farid felt a strong chilling wind and for once Farid felt what was that. He stopped and started looking around. All he could notice was mosquitoes around his head; in thousands and lakhs, all roaming above his head.

Farid stopped and just stood still. Suddenly he was shocked. He saw light on his nails. Oh he was shocked. His nails had become lit like a led and he could see messages on his nails. Farid kept his composure and tried reading. Again the same message, "come back Farid come back Farid"

Farid moved for a minute and again stopped waiting if he gets a new message on his nails. Then suddenly he saw a dark crow coming from nowhere. Farid was confused, He remembered his Dadis advice to pray ayatalkursi each time you saw a dark crow . He did not even notice it and he was praying Ayatalkursi. Suddenly he saw the dark crow moving up and sitting on the Jamun tree.

The crow was looking at Farid or maybe Farid could not decide if he was looking at the dark crow. Soon he saw the crow saying some words. Farid was shocked how he could understand the voice of the crow. But yes he could understand it.

Farid placed his entire attention attempting to listen to what the crow says. It was a human voice and it was hardly a crow's voice. Farid, I have a story for you and you must listen. It is your story and make no mistakes we tell each a story.

Sit down Farid, you have nothing to fear. Farid you are actually me and to be more accurate my own part. I am not a magician but I create illusions. And this is my role in the universe. I take shapes and help in the existence of the nature. I am not and I was not physical. I am an illusion.

And then there was a sudden silence. Farid could not see when the crow vanished. He looked again at the tree, he could just notice the tree and it's leaves. After a few minutes Farid again got up and started walking again. There was no voice, no whispers and no crow. Farid by now had reached his home.