Doctor! I’m sure, I see the same dream every night without fail. I see that I am in some village. There, I see an independent house with a tiled roof. There is a big courtyard in front, housing mango and guava trees. There is a fence all around that serves as the boundary wall. There is an iron gate that has a typical sound on opening and I see these very things every day.

The name of the place was blurred and she had no clue why was she getting these dreams perpetually.

The psychiatrist was prodding Reena with a view to seeking some answers to this weird phenomenon. 
Psychologically, such paranormal occurrences, could stem from unresolved emotional conflicts or trauma, he was heard saying.

Reena only partly conceded to the statement made. She had no conflicts whatsoever and was leading a very happy life. Working as a journalist, she had involved herself in investigative journalism and had been the backbone of many cases. She was emotionally calm as she, with the help of her profession could give justice to the poor and down-trodden.
However, she thought of taking some time off and travel to Uttarakhand, her sojourn for rejuvenation.

Keeping her backpack by her side, she settled on the seat. She took out her notepad and pen, which she always kept handy in case something really interesting creeped up.

Gradually, the seats started filling up and an old man in a dhoti-kurta and with a vermillion on forehead climbed in to sit next to her. She turned to have a glance and then dug her eyes into the previous days’ notes. The train had started rolling and was catching up speed.

Reena beti………
She was startled to hear her name from a complete stranger! Who was he and how does he know her? 
Maybe he has read her columns or seen her on TV …..she tried to dispel her fears.

She turned towards him and saw him smiling, as if he knew her soul. A chill ran down her spine as she muttered,

Ji …. Do you know me?

Aren’t you Reena Parihar? 
Parihar was her surname which she had never ever used. She used only Reena. But then how does this man know her surname?

She could feel a bead of sweat over her forehead. 

Beti you will get your due which you deserve. You will be blessed with a home soon and you will meet your father. 

Reena’s eyes started to water. She had never seen or met her father. She had been brought up by her mother single-handedly. There was no picture of him and upon asking, her mother had taken a promise from her that she would never ask her this question. Years had passed and Reena had finished her schooling and college without a surname which in the society had raised eyebrows, thrown muck at her mother and brought in a lot of miseries. It was only after she entered her profession, was she confidant and brave enough to face these atrocities. Now that she had earned a name for herself, no one bothered about whether she had a surname or not. She was just Reena- Reena the columnist. 

Suddenly the train halted with a screech. There was a lot of chatter outside and the passengers had alighted to know what had happened.

A passenger came back saying there has been an accident further on the rails and so this train wouldn’t go for some hours until the accident ridden trains are shifted.

As she turned her head, the old man wasn’t to be seen. Maybe he has also got down to know about the accident, Reena thought.

The TC came in to report that the train wouldn’t move till the next day. This was a small village and if people wanted, they could get down and have a cup of tea.

Reena saw people alighting. She didn’t want to be left out alone in a vacant deserted train. She picked up her backpack and got out. She started walking towards an inhabited visible land just across a small field. As soon as she reached the end of the field, she was alarmed to see a single house with tiled roof…….the same that she had been seeing in her dreams. Yes, there was the same courtyard, trees and the gate. She started shivering. A huge name plate shone from the gate.
It read 
Yudhveer Singh Parihar