A long time back, far from the city, in the suburbs of nowhere, there was a man, who was famous for capturing ghosts, freeing people from the clutches of dayans and chudails.

His face and body were always smeared with holy ashes, his statute big, long kurta, wrapped loin cloth and barefoot, with innumerable rudraksha Malas adorning his body.

Always carry a long tilted wooden staff and potli full of mysterious things.

The man was called by people from far and near...

Popularly known as "bhasm Wale babaji", no one knew his real age or name.

There were many stories spread around, about him, including him, being more than 200 years old, having supernatural powers, his ability to talk to ghosts and alike...

He never charged for curing the people but people lovingly gave him "ann"  or clothes for helping around...

He was a man who talked less, met the victims behind closed doors, and cured them in minutes...

No one knew anything about his family, for he lived alone.

Many claimed that he was often seen venturing in the shamshans and doing sadhnas...

Some even called him a reincarnation of God himself.

Simple living and freely roaming man in his black attire, went to the temple every Saturday night...

One morning, the sun was barely up, the sarpanch of the nearby village, came running and fell in his feet crying...

"Baba, save my daughter.... everyone believes she is possessed...she has been acting weird...we don't want to lose her ..you are the only one whom we trust"

He barely asked, "Kitne din hue..."

Sarpanch baffled, said about a week.

"Let's not delay"... Said the baba and signalled the sarpanch to come along who hurried to match his steps...

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Continued in the next segment...