Bhola Saves The Day – Part X

Everyone gasped upon hearing Bhola’s words.

“What is the ghost saying?” Guruji echoed the sentiments of all those present there.

“It is not a ghost,” Bhola said.

“What is it then?” Bhola’s father asked.

“Is it a demon?” Bhola’s mother asked.

Everyone were desperate for answers.

“It is neither a ghost, nor a demon,” Bhola replied. “It is neither an evil spirit, nor the devil’s agent. It means no harm and holds no malice in its heart. It simply wants to play.”

“Play?” Everybody had a giant question mark hanging over their heads; from Bhola’s parents to Shyam’s parents, from Guruji to Shyam; everybody wanted to understand what the true nature and source of this spirit inside Shyam and Bhola’s body was.

“Yes,” Bhola continued. “It simply wants to play its divine flute.”

“Play the divine flute?” Guruji was skeptical. “Impossible. No spirit in this realm or the other is allowed to play flute in such a manner apart from Lord Krishna Himself. Lord Krishna is the ultimate source of energy. He is the ultimate cause. Playing flute is his favourite pastime and nobody could have a divine flute in its possession…”

“Except if it is Lord Krishna Himself who has entered Shyam and Bhola’s body,” Shyam’s father interjected.

“Yes, yes,” Shyam’s mother declared triumphantly. “Our children are chosen by God as His audience when He plays the flute.”

Tears rolled down the eyes of both sets of parents as they hugged their child.

“Tell us, Bhola,” Bhola’s mother said. “What else is Lord Krishna saying? Does he have a message for us? Is he going to grant us the same privilege?”

Bhola looked shocked. Things were not going as he had planned. They were going even better. He smiled and said, “Right now, he only wants to play his flute in peace. Isn’t that right, Shyam?”

Shyam looked at Bhola in complete disbelief but he took the cue from his friend and nodded.

The whole crowd rejoiced and began to indulge in elaborate wishful thinking.

“I knew from the very beginning that our children have not committed any sins,” Bhola’s father stated. “There had to be some other reason to all this.”

Shyam’s father nodded in agreement, “I suspected the same. We should let the whole village know about this. Our children are blessed by the Lord himself. We should celebrate it.”

“Tomorrow is the night of the full moon. Let us mark that holy day in celebration for years and years to come,” Bhola’s mother said.

“You are so right,” Shyam’s mother nodded. “It would have been a massive sin if we had tied our blessed kids to the giant oak tree in the middle of the village and served them with a hundred lashes with our very own hands. Lord Krishna would have never forgiven us. Lord is merciful. The Lord has saved the day.”

“Lord has saved the day.” The chants began to ring loud and clear in the cool, nightly winds

“Not so soon,” Guruji interrupted. “Not so soon.”