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Let’s read the story of a mischievous ghost who creates problems in the author’s home.

          It was Grandmother who decided that we must move to another house. And it was
          all because of a pret, a mischievous ghost, who had been making life intolerable for

          everyone.

          In India, prets usually live in peepul trees, and that’s where our Pret first had his
          abode—in the branches of an old peepul which had grown through the compound wall
          and had spread into the garden, on our side, and over the road, on the other side.

          For many years, the Pret had lived there quite

          happily, without bothering anyone in the house.
          I suppose the traffic on the road had kept him
          fully occupied.

          Sometimes, when a tonga was passing, he

          would frighten the pony and, as a result,
          the little pony-cart would go reeling off
          the road. Occasionally he would get into
          the engine of a car or bus, which would
          soon afterwards have a breakdown. And he

          liked to knock the sola-topis off the heads of
          sahibs, who would curse and wonder how a
          breeze had sprung up so suddenly, only to die

          down again just as quickly. Although the Pret
          could make himself felt, and sometimes heard, he
          was invisible to the human eye.

          At night, people avoided walking beneath the

          peepul tree. It was said that if you yawned beneath
          the tree, the Pret would jump down your throat and
          ruin your digestion. Grandmother’s tailor, Jaspal,
          who never had anything ready on time, blamed the
          Pret for all his troubles. Once, when yawning, Jaspal had

          forgotten to snap his fingers in front of his mouth—always
          mandatory when yawning beneath peepul trees—and the
          Pret had got in without

          any difficulty. Since then,        abode: the place where one lives         Have you ever heard    Let’s connect
                                                                                      ghost stories from your
          Jaspal had always been             reeling: unsteady, like you might fall over  parents, grandparents or
          suffering from tummy               breakdown: when something stops          friends? Can you describe
                                             working or falls apart
          upsets.                            mandatory: something that is required or   one of them in short?
                                             you must do
                                                                                                life skill  expression skills
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