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The Divine Disappearance: True Story from a Village Night

The Night the Daiva Walked with Him

In a quiet village nestled deep in the countryside, there is a long-standing belief—one that everyone holds close to their heart. It is said that during the late hours of the night, the Daiva, a divine guardian spirit, roams the streets to protect the homes and people who believe in its presence.

One night, something happened that turned this belief into a chilling reality for my mother’s brother, who is a college lecturer. He had been invited as the chief guest to a school function in a nearby town. The event went well, but by the time he finished and boarded the last bus back to the village, it was nearly 1 AM.

When he got down at his stop, he realized the village roads were eerily silent and wrapped in darkness. As he began walking home, the quietness was broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant howls of stray dogs. Fear crept into his heart—he was only human, after all—and his pulse quickened. He began silently praying for protection.


Just then, he saw a woman walking a few feet ahead of him. She had long, flowing hair and was dressed like any ordinary woman. Somehow, her presence eased his fear. Curious and slightly comforted, he approached her and asked, “It’s quite late. Where are you coming from?”

She smiled gently and replied, “I had to attend something in the neighboring village. Got delayed.”

As they continued to walk together, they struck up a pleasant conversation. Her voice was calm, almost soothing, and with each word she spoke, his fear faded further. He began to feel completely at ease, even forgetting how scared he had been just minutes ago.

When they finally reached the road near his house, he turned to thank her and say goodbye.

But the woman was gone.

Vanished—without a trace, without a sound. Not a single footstep behind him. It was as though she had dissolved into the night itself.

It was only later, as he stood frozen with goosebumps crawling over his skin, that he realized who she must have been. She wasn’t an ordinary woman.

She was the Daiva.

She had appeared that night to protect him in his moment of fear. To this day, he never forgets that encounter. And in that village, the faith in the Daiva’s nightly guardianship only grew stronger. 

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