Darna Mana Hai: What Lies Beneath Our Ghost Stories

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Darna Mana Hai: What Lies Beneath Our Ghost Stories

Illustration: Sushant Ahire

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y father’s stories always had a colour; black was horror, pink was comedy, red was for war and tragedy. I picked a colour and the tales followed. According to him, the stories of different colours floated all around you, you had to hold and inhale, and the story settled in your head.

“Baba, where do you get so many stories from?” I asked, in awe of his endless stock. “Golper Desh (Story Land). That’s where I go every month to buy them for you.” Since my Baba did go away once a month; I believed him. It’s only later that I realised they were all office trips, but for a long time I believed Golper Desh was a real place.

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