When a Snake Made Me Forget My Towel

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 Introduction:

Hey folks!

It's a wonderful Sunday as I sit down to write this blog. Today, I want to take you on a journey through some unforgettable stories from my childhood. Some will make you laugh, some might leave you feeling emotional, and a few may even surprise you enough to make you look at the world a little differently.

So, are you ready?

Come with me as we travel back in time to the days when I was just a kid. Let's relive those moments together, witness the scenes through my eyes, and discover the memories that helped shape who I am today.

The 1st Scene: The heartbreak:

Up until I was around four years old, I lived with my grandpa, grandma, and my mom. My dad was posted in Assam because of his railway job, so he couldn't stay with us most of the time.

Those were probably the most carefree days of my life. I was an incredibly naughty kid. I would run around the house, play with my grandparents, and even chase them with sticks as if I were some mighty warrior. Looking back now, I honestly don't know how they managed to put up with me.

Everything changed when my father got transferred to Malda. He rented a railway quarter, and my mom, my one-year-old brother, and I moved there with him.

At first, the house felt completely normal. It felt safe.

But when I turned six, things slowly started to change.

The same house that once felt welcoming suddenly felt... different.

We experienced several strange incidents. Some nights, we could hear what sounded like a woman crying. There was also a tragic accident involving a woman right in front of our house. Then there was something about the last room of the house. I never noticed anything unusual there, but my mom did. Whatever she saw frightened her deeply, although she never told us the full story at that time.

What happened afterward changed our lives forever.

As time passed, my mom developed a serious mental illness called schizophrenia. Schizophrenia is a condition that affects how a person perceives reality. People with it may experience hallucinations (seeing or hearing things that aren't really there), delusions (strong false beliefs), disorganized thinking, and changes in emotions or behavior.

Her condition became severe.

She would talk to people who weren't there, throw objects around the house, become extremely angry for no apparent reason, and, at one point, she even refused to believe that my brother and I were her children.

Watching all of this as a child was heartbreaking.

My parents consulted doctors, and eventually she had to stay in the hospital for several days. Her treatment continued for years. It wasn't easy—not for her, and not for our family.

Finally, when I was around fourteen years old, the medicines and treatment began to show real results.

It felt like I had gotten my mother back.

Even today, she still takes her medication every day and visits her doctor once a year. Unfortunately, schizophrenia doesn't have a complete cure, but with proper treatment it can be managed, allowing people to live much healthier lives.

Now, let me go back to that railway quarter in Malda.

During the years when my mom was struggling with schizophrenia, she told us things that still give me chills.

She said that the wall in the last room had countless numbers carved into it. Not written with a pen or pencil—but embedded into the cement itself, almost as if someone had intentionally engraved them while the house was being built or painted.

She also claimed that someone lived in that house... someone who spoke to her and watched her whenever she was alone.

At the time, those stories terrified me.

Later, after learning about her illness, we understood that these experiences could have been hallucinations caused by schizophrenia rather than evidence of anything supernatural.

Even so...

There was something unsettling about that house.

Whether it was just a coincidence or not, my mom's condition worsened while we lived there. And strangely enough, after we moved out, that railway quarter reportedly remained vacant for nearly six years. Families would move in, stay for a short time, and then leave because they found the place unsettling.

Today, another family lives there, and as far as I know, everything seems perfectly normal.

Maybe it was all just a series of unfortunate coincidences.

Maybe it was simply the illness.

Or maybe...

there are some stories that never reveal the whole truth.

Who knows what really happened inside that house?

The 2nd Scene:The Days of Fear:

When I was around 8 or 9 years old, my dad got transferred to Old Malda, which was almost an hour away from the place where we used to live. This time, we had to stay in a railway quarter that was directly connected to my dad's office. In fact, it took only a few steps to walk from our house to his office because he was the Senior Engineer. That part was completely normal for us.

But you know what wasn't normal?

The sound of the trains.

Even today, whenever I hear trains passing by, they bring back memories of that place. Our house was so close to the railway station that it felt like trains were a part of our daily life.

Now, this place also had some really creepy stories. People used to say that there were kidnappers around the station who kidnapped children for human sacrifices to ensure the success of newly built bridges and other construction projects. Whether those stories were true or not, nobody really knew. But after one incident, I started looking at the world very differently.

The Day We Almost Got Kidnapped

Back then, there were no online classes. We used to go to tuition every evening.

Normally, my dad would drop my brother and me at exactly 8 PM. But on this particular day, my dad had gone to Katihar for work and had clearly told us that he would return after three days.

So my brother and I had to go by ourselves.

There were two routes to reach our tuition teacher's house.

• One route went through the railway station.

• The other route was through the main road.

The road was completely dark that night because there were hardly any streetlights, so we decided to take the station route instead.

And before anyone asks...

"Where was your mom?"

Well... if you've been following my story from the very beginning, you'd already know the answer. 

Anyway...

As we came out of the station, a man suddenly stopped us.

He smiled and said,Your father is calling you from that shop over there.

For a second, everything felt normal.

But then it hit me.

Wait... Dad is in Katihar. He isn't even in Old Malda.

At that exact moment, I realized something was seriously wrong.

Instead of panicking, my brother and I acted like we believed him.

We simply said,Okay, we're coming.

The man started walking ahead of us.

The moment he got a little distance in front, we quickly turned into another lane and ran as fast as we could straight to our tuition teacher's house.

I still remember how terrified we were.

Before that day, we never really believed those kidnapping stories.

But after that incident...

We realized that the world isn't always as safe as we think.

And yes...

For those of you who are thinking,

"Maybe your dad wanted to surprise you?"

Trust me...

Back then, surprise visits from dads were not exactly a common thing. 😂

The Snake That Fell on Me

Now let's move on to a story that is both funny and embarrassing.

As I mentioned earlier, our railway quarter was surrounded by a huge open area with lots of trees and bushes. Because of that, snakes frequently came out into the residential area.

One morning, I had just finished taking a bath and was getting ready for school.

I came out wearing nothing but a towel and stood in front of a pedestal fan to dry myself.

Everything was perfectly normal...

Until suddenly...

A snake literally fell onto the fan from somewhere above!

To this day, I have absolutely no idea where it came from.

I completely lost my mind.

I screamed, jumped straight onto my bed, and started shouting for help.

My dad rushed in and immediately called a few workers from his office.

Now here's the embarrassing part...

I was still standing there...

Wrapped in nothing but a towel.

So yes...

Several office uncles walked in and saw me in that condition.

Honestly, I wasn't embarrassed about being scared of a snake.

I mean...

Who wouldn't be?

I was embarrassed because they saw me standing there in just a towel!

Definitely one of the funniest and most ridiculous moments of my childhood.

The Legend of the Lake

There was another place behind our railway quarter that everyone talked about.

A huge lake.

Today, that lake has almost disappeared with time.

But back then, people believed it was haunted.

According to the local legend, a family once lived near the railway quarters beside that lake. They had a young son named Abhi.

One day, while playing with his dog near the water, the little boy accidentally slipped into the lake and drowned. Since the railway quarters were built on a slope, nobody could save him in time.

When his mother realized that her son was gone forever, she couldn't bear the pain and took her own life.

People say that ever since then, the spirits of the mother and her son still wander around that area.

Now...

Whether that story is actually true or just another local legend...

I honestly don't know.

But one thing I do know is that Old Malda gave me some of the most unforgettable memories of my childhood.

Some were terrifying.

Some were hilarious.

And some still give me goosebumps whenever I think about them.

Conclusion

So yeah, guys, my childhood wasn't the best, but it taught me lessons that shaped the person I am today. Because of everything I went through, I've learned to understand other people's feelings better. I can relate to pain, fear, happiness, and struggles in a way I probably couldn't have otherwise.

Now, life is slowly getting back to normal. I'm starting to understand my own potential, my strengths, and the person I want to become.

When I think about childhood, I imagine children playing outside, making friends, laughing without a care, and creating memories they'll cherish forever. But because of all the incidents I experienced and the constant transfers that came with my dad's job, I never really got to live that kind of childhood. Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was just how life was meant to be. Honestly, I don't know—and at this point, I don't really care.

What I do know is that life will always throw unexpected situations at us. We can't control everything that happens, but we can choose how we face it. And I believe being strong is always the better choice.

Before I end this blog, I want to leave you with one small message: love your parents. They are the people who work tirelessly, sacrifice their comfort, and do countless things for us without expecting anything in return. We often don't realize their value until much later, so appreciate them while you can.

And one more thing—be kind and keep smiling. Kindness costs nothing, and a smile doesn't require any energy, yet both have the power to make someone's day a little brighter.

Thank you for reading my childhood stories. Some were funny, some were heartbreaking, and some were difficult to even talk about. But every single one of them became a chapter that helped shape who I am today. I hope, in some way, these stories gave you something to think about as well.

So i will come back with new things till then bye and have a good day fallas.