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It must have been around 8 in the night… Marutirao, who was swift in performing postmortem, started walking towards the postmortem room. He was known for his long postmortem experience. Sometimes the dead bodies were in such condition that even the police couldn’t look at them. Marutirao used to do postmortem of such bodies without any hesitation. Be it a body swollen due to rains or a decaying one for several days, Marutirao used to conduct the postmortem without any fear. Due to this courage,

his colleagues used to praise him a lot. Due to this he had developed a good friendship with Dr. Sawant, a senior doctor in the hospital. While walking, Marutirao suddenly remembered his previous night conversation with Dr. Sawant. Yesterday night… It was around 11. Marutirao was sitting on the sofa. Suddenly the phone rang. Marutirao, received it while looking at the clock. Hello… Yes, Dr. Sawant. Tell me… Maruti, there is a boy at work who needs to be terminated from work. I can’t tolerate him

as he has misbehaved many times. That’s why, today I have put him on duty with you. Sir, what is his name? He is Deepak. Don’t worry, sir. I’ll handle him. Working in a postmortem room is not a child’s play. Maruti, can I ask something? (Dr. Sawant asked this with hesitation.) Sawant sir, why are you hesitating? Ask me what you want… Maruti , you have been conducting post mortem for years, but do you believe in ghosts and spirits? Ghosts? Ha ha ha! Sir, all these are just fantasies. I don’t bel

ieve in all these stories. (Marutirao answered with great confidence.) And tell me sir, when are you coming back? I’m still in Mumbai. Will reach there by tomorrow. It’s a trip of around 8 hours from Mumbai. One more thing, Maruti. That boy Danny has a speciality. Speciality? Which specliality? I am a little busy now. But anyway I will be there tomorrow. Let’s meet and talk about it. Remembering yesterday’s conversation, Marutirao concealed a smile. Once again Sawant sir has given me a responsib

ility. When Sawant sir wants to terminate someone, he fixes their duty with me in the postmortem room, so that they themselves leave the job. They don’t have to be terminated officially. Marutirao, reached near the postmortem room. A boy of about 24-25 years was standing there. In front of him was a corpse underneath a white cloth. What is your name? (In his deep voice) S...sir...Deepak. Hmm...Deepak? Don’t get blown out while doing the postmortem. Marutirao wore his uniform and said to Deepak…

If you are scared, tell me now.. many people have fainted here. While removing the white cloth from the corpse, Marutirao said… He must be around 25. His head is totally crushed. Seeing the condition of the body, Deepak closed his eyes. You got terrified with all this? Only the head is crushed. While doing postmortem, all the organs have to be removed What will you do then? Deepak felt bad after listening to Marutirao. Gathering little courage, he looked at the body and said… He has not been m

urdered. His bike must have skid while going to work and then his head must have got crushed under another heavy vehicle. That’s why we can’t recognise his face. Is that so? You seem to be full of courage to arrive at this conclusion by just looking at the body. Deepak stood there in silence without saying a word. Marutirao, picked up the surgical blade from the table and said, while looking at Deepak, Why do you appear so scared? The body is undergoing postmortem, why are you feeling the pain?

Deepak said, with seriousness, looking at the body… How will his spirit, which has left the body after death, feel while looking at the postmortem performed on the body? Listening to Deepak, Maruti laughingly said, Spirit, ghosts are all just fantasies. I don’t believe in all these things. Deepak stood silently and replied in a deep voice, Fantasies... I’m sorry sir, but until we see it we do not believe it. And it doesn’t matter to them whether we believe it or not. Seeing Deepak’s troubled fac

e, Marutirao replied confidently… Seeing our work of postmortem, ghosts and spirits themselves are terrified of us. Why should they be afraid? What will they be scared of? Wounds, pain cannot affect them as they don’t have a body. They can go anywhere, even be right in front of you. Marutirao feeling angry after listening to Deepak, he picked up the surgical blade in rage and poked it in the body’s neck and slit it straight upto its stomach. Seeing all this, Deepak was left in a state of shock.

His face turned pale. Seeing Deepak’s pale face, Marutirao put his hand inside the body and said after removing some organs… Did you see the condition of his lungs? It’s all the result of alcohol and cigarettes. While glancing at the cigarette packet that had come out of Deepak’s pocket, Marutirao said… Even your lungs must be in the same condition. Should we examine them right now? While Marutirao was amused, Deepak stood there in silence without a word. Bit by bit, John cut open the entire b

ody. He removed the samples of the required organs, broke open the skull with a hammer as if he had opened a lid, Deepak looked at the body with an empty glance. Seeing his face, Marutirao wondered… The boy is very brave. He stitched the open body and said, looking towards Deepak… I will post mortem the second corpse myself. Today, you just watch… He covered the corpse after postmortem. Then he looked at the other corpse, placed nearby, which was covered in a white cloth. It had been brought the

re only sometime back. The name of the dead person was written on a pad kept next to the body. Reading the name, Marutirao was left in a state of shock and he kept staring at Deepak’s face with eyes full of fear. Deepak was standing bravely. Was he really so or pretending to be fearless? Maratirao was unable to understand anything. Maratirao lifted the pad from the table and read it. He removed the white cloth from the corpse and the pad fell down from his hand. Marutirao, who was all confident

until now, turned pale. He suddenly went away from the table. There was a strange fear visible on his face. Seeing his condition, Deepak went towards him and said… Are you scared? Marutirao was unable to believe his wn eyes. His eyes, full of fear, kept staring at the corpse. Deepak calmly placed a hand on his shoulder and said… Ghosts and spirits exist in their own world. But some people like you deny such invisible powers. Their existence and this truth is not affected by your denial. Marutira

o was totally silent in a mental shock. Is this a dream? No, but this is a fact. His eyes lacked emotion, as if he was bitten by a snake. He began looking at the corpse which he had just now postmortemed. All this was beyond the imagination of Marutirao. Seeing Marutirao’s condition, a stange smile appeared on Deepak’s face. Deepak said, looking at his pale face… It seems by looking at your expression that you are witnessing this for the first time in your life. At that moment, senior Dr.Sawant

and his colleague, Shinde came inside the room and said, looking at the body placed on the table… How did this happen suddenly? At night he had a heart attack in sleep. He didn’t wake up after he slept at night. When one suddenly dies like this, his spirit doesn’t accept that the body is dead and it keeps on performing everyday tasks. Deepak’s reply attracted their attention. Oh yes. Shinde, this is Deepak. He has joined duty today. And he has a speciality too. He can speak with ghosts and spiri

ts. Shinde laughed on hearing that and replied… This means that Marutirao ’s spirit must also have come to work with his corpse. You can ask it to this boy... I do not believe in fantasies like ghosts and spirits. Postmortem both the bodies kept on the table, Shinde. Then Deepak covered the face of Marutirao’s corpse, which was kept on the table, and said, looking at the half-open window behind Sawant sir…. Even Marutirao never used to believe in all such fantasies. Hearing Deepak’s reply, Sawa

nt sir was stunned. He looked towards the window. And then a cool breeze entered the room.