My life was going well, one day a big storm came in my life which I have not been able to forget till date. I want to forget that day but that day comes in front of my eyes.

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One day I was sitting in my room when I heard someone crying and laughing. When I went towards that room, I realized that there was someone there. When I went to see, there was no one there. I thought it must be my illusion, but it was not so. I heard that voice again.

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My hands and feet became cold and then suddenly I regained consciousness right there. After some time when I opened my eyes, I did not remember what had happen.

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This started happening to me everyday. One day, while I was sitting in my room, I saw a shadow. I went to see that shadow and I was stunned. What I saw was not any other shadow, it was my own shadow.

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Then I realized that I am dead it is my soul that has entered someone else's body and I need you because I have to take my revenge from someone.

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I will not leave you until I get hold of her and I will stay with you

       my name is Ruhana🥰  

☹️this is my story😟

When I was small, no one was with me and I was alone and my parents had left me. I used to feel alone but no one came to talk to me. I used to cry and scream and asked everyone to talk to me.🥺

I was very lonely. One day I was walking on the road and was begging for food from everyone but no one gave me anything. I was a 10 year old girl and I was hungry for four days and was looking for food.

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While walking on the same road, I suddenly fell down and when everyone came and saw me, I was already dead. I didn't want anything from anyone. I just kept asking for food and no one gave me anything, due to which I left this .

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I always felt lonely while I was alive and I will feel lonely even after I die. All I wanted was that someone should stay with me and someone should call me his own. I need you.

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That is why even today I ask for food from those who come my way and they give it to me but when I was alive I asked for it and no one gave it to me. I am still angry about this and feel lonely.

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🥰anshika Singh maurya 🥰

Now, I no longer belong to the world of the living, yet my spirit still wanders the streets where I once struggled to survive. I knock on the same doors, drift past the same alleys, haunting the corners where I once begged with dignity in my eyes and pain in my voice. But now… something has changed.🥰

People sense me.😌

They feel the sudden chill in the air. They glance behind them with unease. They place food outside their doors—not for the poor, but for the unknown. Maybe out of guilt. Maybe fear. But when I was alive, I asked with folded hands, voice trembling with hunger—and they turned away.😔

Today, they offer food to a ghost.

Back then, they ignored a living man.

One night, while the city slept beneath a dull orange sky, I saw a small child curled up on the pavement, his hands clutching a hollow stomach. That sight cracked something inside me. I moved toward him, a reflex from a time when I had hands that could help. But I am only a shadow now—weightless, powerless. I cannot hold. I cannot heal.

Invisible tears rolled down my cheeks—tears no one would ever see.

Then, something happened. A woman appeared, walking briskly through the night. She noticed the boy. Without hesitation, she knelt, pulled a piece of bread from her bag, and placed it gently in his hands. The boy’s eyes lit up, his lips curling into a grateful smile.

And something inside me softened.

That single act, so small yet so full of humanity, eased the storm in my hollow chest. Maybe the sorrow of my life had not vanished into silence. Maybe it echoed in the streets, nudging hearts awake.

Since that night, I have roamed not in rage, but in hope.

I watch over the hungry. I drift beside those who are invisible like I once was. I wait—not for justice, but for those quiet moments of kindness. And every time someone stops, someone shares, someone sees… I feel a little lighter.

But my journey didn’t end there.

One evening, I returned to a place I had long avoided—the first house where I had begged. I remembered the door slamming in my face. The curse. The disgust in their eyes. Now, the house stood in ruin—windows shattered, walls broken. Inside, I saw an old man, frail and hollow, shivering in the cold. It was him. The man who once turned me away.

He was hungry now. Weak. And alone.

And I—still a ghost—could do nothing.

The roles had reversed. And for the first time, I didn’t feel hate. I felt… sorrow. For him. For myself. For the world that lets so many fall.

Maybe forgiveness could free us both.

I stood there for a long time, whispering into the silence:

“May someone feed you before it’s too late.”

And then I moved on—less angry, more human, though I no longer am one.

part 2 🥰😍