A Simple Boy from a Simple Village
In a quiet village surrounded by mustard fields and mango trees, there lived a young boy named Ramesh. The village was small but full of life. In the morning, the sound of roosters echoed through the air. In the evening, the sky turned golden as farmers returned home with tired yet satisfied faces.
Ramesh was one of them.
He was not rich. He was not highly educated. But he was hardworking. From sunrise to sunset, he worked in the fields with his father. Their land was not large, yet it was enough to feed the family.
Life was simple.
But Ramesh had one weakness.
He used to drink.
Not every day. Not in excess. Just occasionally with friends after long workdays. It was his way of relaxing. His mother often warned him:
“Alcohol is not a friend, my son. It slowly becomes your master.”
Ramesh would smile and say,
“Don’t worry, Ma. I know my limits.”
Little did he know… one night would test those limits beyond imagination.
The Wedding Celebration
One winter evening, the entire village was glowing with excitement. There was a grand marriage in the house of the village headman. Lights were hanging from every tree. Loud music filled the air. Women were singing traditional songs. Children were running around.
Ramesh dressed in his best kurta and went to the wedding with his friends.
The atmosphere was joyful.
Drums were beating. Firecrackers exploded in the sky. The bride’s house was decorated like a palace.
Ramesh met his friends near the food stalls. Someone handed him a glass.
“Just one,” he said.
Then another.
Then another.
The music grew louder. The dance floor became wild. Ramesh forgot everything — the time, the cold, even his own limits.
By midnight, he was heavily drunk.
His friends had already left one by one, but Ramesh continued dancing.
The celebration slowly ended. Guests started returning home.
The village became silent again.
And Ramesh… was alone.
The Walk Through Darkness
It was very late.
The moon was hidden behind clouds. The road was empty. Dogs barked occasionally in the distance.
Ramesh tried to walk home but his legs felt heavy. His vision was blurry. He stumbled near the edge of his family’s field.
“I’ll just rest here for a while,” he murmured.
The cold wind blew across the crops. The dry leaves made whispering sounds.
He lay down on the ground between the tall wheat plants.
Within minutes, he fell into a deep sleep.
Or at least… he thought he did.
The First Pull
Sometime during the night, Ramesh felt something strange.
A sensation.
As if someone was pulling his leg.
He frowned.
“It’s just a dream,” he thought.
Again.
A stronger pull.
This time he slightly opened his eyes but saw nothing clearly. The field looked normal. The crops swayed gently.
He tried to move but his body felt heavy.
Then suddenly
A sharp, cold grip tightened around his ankle.
His eyes opened fully.
And what he saw froze his blood.
The Faceless Girl
Standing near his feet was a girl.
Wearing a bridal dress.
But her face
There was no face.
Just smooth, pale skin where eyes, nose, and mouth should have been.
No features.
No expression.
Only emptiness.
Her long black hair covered her shoulders. Her hands were ice cold.
And she was dragging him.
Slowly.
Towards the darker side of the field.
Ramesh tried to scream.
No sound came out.
His heart pounded loudly in his chest.
“This is a dream… this is a dream…” he kept telling himself.
But the pain in his ankle was real.
The soil scraped against his back as he was being pulled.
The Realization
Now he was fully awake.
The night was silent except for the sound of dry crops brushing against each other.
The faceless girl did not speak.
But her grip tightened.
Ramesh remembered stories from elders.
Stories about spirits that wander near wedding nights.
Stories about brides who died before marriage.
Stories about souls who search for companions.
Fear filled him completely.
He closed his eyes tightly and shouted in his heart:
“Ram! Ram! Ram!”
He began chanting God’s name loudly.
At first, nothing happened.
The pulling continued.
But he did not stop.
“Hanuman Chalisa… Hanuman Chalisa…”
His voice trembled but grew stronger.
Suddenly
The grip weakened.
The air became heavier.
A strange whisper filled the field.
And the pulling stopped.
The Chase
Ramesh opened his eyes carefully.
The girl was standing a few feet away.
Still faceless.
Still silent.
But now her head was tilted strangely, as if observing him.
He gathered all his strength and stood up.
Without looking back, he started running.
Barefoot.
Through the crops.
Branches scratched his arms. Stones hurt his feet.
But he kept chanting God’s name continuously.
Behind him, he could feel something following.
Not walking.
Gliding.
The wind became colder.
The village houses appeared far ahead.
A dog barked loudly near the temple.
And at that moment, the heavy feeling behind him disappeared.
Safe at Home
Ramesh reached his house and banged on the door.
His father opened it, shocked.
“Where were you?!”
Ramesh fell to the floor, shaking.
He looked at his ankle.
There were red finger marks.
Clear as daylight.
He told everything.
His mother immediately brought holy water and applied it to his forehead.
His father went to call the village priest.
The priest listened carefully.
He sighed and said:
“Some spirits are attracted to intoxicated minds. Alcohol weakens your protective energy. You were lucky you remembered God’s name.”
The Truth Behind the Spirit
The next day, elders shared something terrifying.
Years ago, a young bride had died in that same field on her wedding night. Her marriage procession never reached the groom’s house. There had been an accident.
People believed her spirit still wandered near fields during wedding nights.
Ramesh felt chills down his spine.
Was she trying to take him?
Or was she simply angry?
No one knew.
A Changed Man
After that night, Ramesh never touched alcohol again.
Not even a drop.
Whenever there was a wedding, he returned home before dark.
He started visiting the temple regularly.
People noticed the change in him.
He became calmer. More responsible.
Sometimes at night, when the wind passes through the crops, he remembers that faceless figure.
And he whispers a prayer.
Moral of the Story
Sometimes, we ignore small warnings.
Sometimes, we think we are in control.
But one careless night can change everything.
Alcohol clouds judgment. Darkness hides dangers we cannot see.
And faith… may be the only light that saves us.
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