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         A Tale to  Tell

     Walking is a very good exercise.
      So I walk regular to keep myself fit perfect
      Once I was walking on river side to watch twilight.  
      On way back, sun went down.
      Twilight bade bye and I started walk back to home. 

     Darkness covered surroundings very soon.
      That night was a night of No Moon.
      My feet were too tired, I wished a car- lift.
       I did not stop but was walking slow.
      Meanwhile I was attracted with a sudden glow.
   
     I chanced to see the headlight of a car,
     approaching towards me not from very far.
      To stop the car, I showed my hand,
     and went road side to wait and stand  
    Car ignored me, but was in too slow motion.
    I opened the back door, finding no other option.

     I boarded the car and looked aslant.
     Shocked to see the driver-seat  lying vacant.
       Car was going on its own but very slowly,
       as if a man was walking unwillingly.
     
  I was not aware of automatic car traveling alone
      Where it was going or coming from all along!
       I heard, in this region ghosts might loiter,
       Might be he was the invisible driver.
      
        So long I got no harm, no need of tension.
      Also the car was going on my direction.
       I encouraged myself not to get frightened.
       Ghost might be helpful to be redefined.
       All on a sudden the car made a stop.
        I got out from the car just on a gallop.

       With rapid heart- beats I stood on roadside.
       A tired person came out from behind.
       Noticing me the man rejoiced
        and with relief he voiced 
       “How lucky am I !  Here you stand.
        To push the car, give me a hand.
       Let us take the car to nearest garage.
        So long I am pushing the car all alone.
       Luck favored me as you are shown.”
       
     What a blunder had I done, coming out of car !
      I should depend on the ghost-driver.
       I was bound to push the car.
      Of course i had moral responsibility to do so.
     
     He was so grateful to me.
     I didn't disclose that I was coming comfortably 
     sitting on the car pushed by him.
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