The black ball

The song played softly on the radio—”I Can’t Live Without You.” The melody filled the car as I drove a passenger to his destination, my hands steady on the wheel. That’s when it happened.

A black ball.

It came out of nowhere, like a vacuum pulling through the air, invisible yet undeniably real. It shot straight into the right side of my head. A sharp, consuming force by XR and again into my breast on 27.3.25 together with her lover. She is the the black magic witch and warlord who place this inside me.

I gritted my teeth, trying to shake off the sensation. I knew what it was. Another attack. Another battle. But this time, it had entered me.

The Delusion That Wouldn’t Leave

XR had been haunted for years. A terrible, delusional black shadow clung to her, whispering madness, twisting reality. Even after she converted to a new faith, the darkness refused to leave. She had gone to doctors, seeking a cure, hoping science would explain what prayers could not. But no one had answers.

Then, I appeared.

I don’t know how or why, but I helped her. Through a single prayer, the weight of the shadow weakened. XR’s lover saw it happen. He had watched her battle insanity, had seen her slipping away, and now—just like that—she was back.

But the cost was mine to bear.

The War Against the Unseen

The attacks never stopped. The black magic practitioners worked tirelessly, trying to break me, to force me to surrender. They sent darkness, curses, unseen forces. But I stood my ground, protecting myself and my family.

No matter how many times they tried, I always found a way out.

Their illusions? I saw through them.
Their spells? I broke them.
Their threats? I ignored them.

Then came the final attack—the black ball that had entered my head. This was different. This was inside me. How was I supposed to remove it?

The practitioners listened, waiting, watching. They observed my prayers, trying to stop me, using tricks, distractions, illusions. But I refused to be silenced. No matter what they did, I would get up, take a breath, and sing to my deity—loud and unwavering.

Days passed. Weeks. Months.

One by one, the practitioners faded away. Some lost interest. Some grew afraid. But two remained. Two who listened to my prayers, puzzled, unable to understand how I kept saving myself from their madness.

They watched. They questioned.

And I continued.

The Lover’s Choice

The temple became my refuge. I went daily, finding strength, clarity. I could feel the black ball inside me, but I also felt something else—the answer.

Then, my lover lost sight of me. He searched, restless, anxious. When he finally found me, I was kneeling before the altar, deep in prayer.

He watched. And then he said it.

“I want to go in.”

I turned, stunned. “What?”

“With or without you, I want to go there.”

I hesitated. This was the same man who once ridiculed my faith. Who had met XR and her small family through a marriage built on division. Who had once believed Hindu prayers were the work of devils.

And now, he wanted to enter the temple.

I followed him inside, uncertain, uneasy.

The priest completed the puja and stepped forward, offering camphor fire to the devotees. One by one, they took the blessing, drank the holy water, bowed their heads.

Then, it was my lover’s turn.

I watched in disbelief as he took the camphor’s blessing. He drank the holy water. He crowned himself, just like the others.

I couldn’t understand it. This was the man who rejected it all. And yet, here he was.

The Revelation

XR stood frozen, her shock mirroring mine. Her mother had just converted to another faith. And now, her lover was returning to Hinduism?

And then there was me.

The black ball was still inside my head.

I exhaled. The answer was already there.

Keep doing what I’ve been doing.

Keep praying. Keep fighting. Keep standing strong.

Because maybe—just maybe—the ones who had tried to break me would change. Maybe they would see that no curse, no spell, no force of darkness could defeat me.

Maybe one day, they would finally accept me.

Not as an enemy. Not as an outsider.

But as a human being.

How cool would that be?

Coping with the Darkness

I’ve learned that the only way to survive darkness is to shine through it. I pray, I stand, I fight. No matter what they throw at me, I rise again.