This is the story of my family who is understood as well qualified family who is not superstitious. But it happened which made my father sick and took life of my brother. This is talk of period between 1992-1995.

We bought a plot to build a new house. When construction work started, a man named “Munsi Ram” came to my mother and asked her “You have not done the right thing to me. I wanted to buy this plot for my elder son.” My mother replied humbly “is it ? OK pay us the value of plot and buy it.” Then Munsi Ram replied “No it is too late.” This was the birth of enmity between us about which we were not aware of. We shifted to our new home. After some days, we used to observe some wild flower and blood at the exit of our home. Since we were not believer of magical powers, we ignored such kind of things.

In the year 1993, it was time around 1 a.m. in the night, day Monday, I heard that some stones had fallen my home. There were around 4-5 stones which fell together. Since it fell together, it took no time to me to guess the direction from where those stones had been thrown. It was another neighbour named Dinesh, friend of Munsi Ram who did it. We asked him about it next day which he did accepted. Ultimately, we had to call the police. After going under investigation, Dinesh accepted that he thrown those stones. Policy took him into custody. But as usual in India, many things are resolved by compromise, it happened with us too. Dinesh was out of police custody as his relatives and friend pleaded before us to take the case back. My father was the first and only person, who touched those stones. On Sunday night of same week near about 3 a.m., a severe pain started in my father’s stomach. The pain became so intense that we took him to a doctor’s clinic. This doctor gave some pain killers and couple of glucose dips. Since doctor’s clinic had no advance facility of diagnostics, he just guessed that