THINKIYA TODAY

Vikram had been carrying the ghost on his shoulder for quite some time now. The shifting procedure was long over, but the ghost had not said a word. Finally, Vikram lost patience. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you sitting there like a Left Front spokesperson? Nothing to say?” “What do you expect me to say?” the ghost grumbled. “I’m frustrated. There’s no mobile connectivity here. I can’t even play a game. And the female ghost next door is always busy with facials and pedicures. I’m sitting here doing nothing. At this rate, I’m going to have an identity crisis.” Vikram laughed. “You’re a ghost. You don’t even exist. What identity crisis could you possibly have?” “Don’t be stupid,” the ghost snapped. “A person’s past is his identity. In fact, the past is what gives identity to everything—from individuals to entire cultures.” “A ghost with philosophy! Now that’s a dangerous combination,” Vikram said, laughing. The ghost smiled too, but quickly changed the subject. “Listen, get ...