The Murderous Bridge

While travelling to Meerut from Delhi, one may have to travel via Baghpath. Not the liveliest of stretches to pass through. Halfway through the town, the atmosphere transforms itself into a colder and quieter shade. It is here that the Khooni Pull stands.
                                    
The name itself is often enough to make one think that they require a pacemaker to normalize their cardiac rythm. Felt the same, when an acquaintance who was travelling with us and our driver narrated to us remarkably similar accounts of the cursed bridge. It wasnt called by its name for no reason.
                   
What we were told didnt sound new. About twelve years back, a bus met an accident here and toppled into the river. Nobody survived. These people were a wedding party and were on their way back. The bride, the groom, everyone met a tragic end. Although all bodies were retrieved, they could'nt find the bride. And It is said to be the spirit of this lady that haunts the bridge.
                             
If you travel on that bridge after 10pm on certain doomed days, there's a fair chance that you'd see her on the bridge. Crying franatically, pleading you to stop your vehicle and help. If one is unaware and unsuspecting, its unlikely that you won't pay heed. In most cases only the driver sees her. If he stops the car, its certain that he'll meet his end  within the next few minutes. Nobody had ever survived an accident on khooni pull.
                                   
  The testimony is provided by bent pole (TEDHA KHAMBA) on the bridge itself. It has always played a proud role in all the accidents till date including that of the bus. We saw it on our way. And even though I did not believe the driver when he claimed he saw her, the local newspaper clipng that he brought for us to see the next morning was sufficient to drill holes in our guts. "Two surrender to Khooni Pull's whims." I wonder how that makes the murderous bride content... People who simply drive by are never harmed. In any case, it surely makes you rethink your intention to play saviour on dark streets... or bridges to be precise... Bon voyage... :)