This is about when I was 15 years old and was enjoying my school days. My father being in the Construction business had a construction site going on. We use to visit the place on weekends with Papa.
It was random Sunday in month of August, we had been with papa to the construction site and there is a lake near by so we spent our day near the lake enjoying the view. We came back home and had dinner outside.
Next day I was down with high fever and was not able to attend school.
This continued for 3-4 days but fever was not getting down nor where medicines working. Later after 3-4 day's I use to be good in day time and as it started to get dark I use to get fever and by midnight I use to be burning with fever no medicines working, severe body pain started and leg pain use to be unbearable.
This continued for around 15 days and my parents started to get worried as all blood reports were normal but my health was not getting better in-fact day by day I was becoming more weak, one day I was sleeping and suddenly started crying in my sleep and hearing my cries my mother ran to me asking what's wrong but I was sleeping and what was shocking was I spoke in Kannada language, and I don't even understand a single word of this language.
My mother called my father and asked him to come home immediately. This started every day now and my parents didn't understand what I was saying and were afraid to share with others thinking what people will say. But one day our watchmen uncle heard the shouts and came up to check if everything is fine and luckily he was the one to understand the language, with his help we (my parents) came to know it was a spirit speaking in Kannada and had was seeking help.
She was a lady who was murdered by her labor husband just for a bit of money because she didn't give him it to drink alcohol. Not only she but her daughter was also murdered by him and were buried at the same place where my father's construction work was going on. After listening to her whole story they (my parents, Watchmen uncle and his wife) asked her what she wants and why is she troubling me. She said "I will leave her all I want is remove mine and daughters buried body from there and given proper aagni and complete all the required rituals. Also feed and give a kumari kanya (all the things we give to soon to be married daughter because being a mother she also had a dream of getting her daughter married).
My father immediately agreed to everything but asked to leave me and not to trouble again and would need some time to do all the things she requested. She said "I never wanted to hurt anyone but my soul is not at peace and didn't have any other way."
From that day on-wards I started recovering but use to be afraid of staying alone or going out alone. Days passed mean while due to work load my father forgot that he had promised the soul to do the things and one day coming from school I met with accident. It wasn't a major accident but it was wake-up call and again she came. This time it was quite dangerous as she was not speaking politely but was furious and then and there my father watchmen uncle went to site did all the required things.
They found the body in the same place she mentioned but it was skeleton and papa and uncle gave it a proper agni-sanskar, fed a small girl and gave her clothes and other accessories.
It was late evening by the time they returned and asked about my health but she spoke and said thank you for setting her free and her soul will be at peace. That was the last day she spoke.
All this happening I never use to remember. My parents told me everything later what all happened how I use to speak, cry loudly and today even after years we every year donate clothes and food to poor girls. I know she didn't ask it to do every year but this had become mandatory for my father and he does it every year without fail.
I know we must have heard about souls, dangeroous atma but she was really here only to get mukti and she never harmed me again.
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