The storm was so heavy that my
taxi’s wipers were basically doing surya namaskar on fast-forward. Just when I
thought the night couldn’t get any weirder, a transparent gentleman floated
into the back seat without even opening the door.
“Meter on?” he asked.
I nodded. Ghost or not, rules are rules.
He gave me an address that Google
Maps politely refused to recognise, so I followed his floating finger instead.
Halfway through, I realised he wasn’t leaving fog on the windows—he was the fog.
Turns out his “unfinished
business” was not revenge, hidden treasure, or haunting anyone. No, sir. He
just wanted to scold the living for ruining the environment.
Apparently, he’d spent his whole
life littering everywhere and now had to “clean up his karma.” Literally. His
afterlife punishment was to persuade drivers like me to go green.
So there I was, driving through
the storm with a ghost giving me a TED Talk on composting.
Before disappearing, he left me
with one responsibility:
“Beta, plant one tree. Then even ghosts will bless your mileage.”
So I parked the taxi, planted a
sapling, and to my shock, the mileage improved the next day.
Either the ghost kept his promise, or my taxi simply felt emotionally
blackmailed by nature.
Either way, unfinished business:
completed. Eco-friendly step: accomplished. Ghost: hopefully resting.
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