In the previous part, I talked about the fourth type of Burasa — a mysterious being who fell in love with a beautiful girl and could only be seen by her.
Now, I am going to tell you about the first type of Burasa — a gigantic creature with a monstrous body and enormous eyes that was known to attack people. For centuries, stories about Yeti-like Burasa have been told in the hilly regions of Tripura.
Today, we will learn about one such terrifying incident.
One day, I visited my friend's house. There, I met her great-grandfather. In our Kokborok language, a great-grandfather is called Bakoto, and a great-grandmother is called Makoto. The story I am about to share is a real incident from Bakoto's youth.
Bakoto told me that during his younger days, he was known as a brave man and one of the strongest wrestlers in his village. He was also very fond of hunting.
One day, he was invited to a neighboring village. The villagers were suffering from frequent wolf attacks and needed his help.
However, Bakoto had no idea that on that night he would face not only wolves but also a terrifying Burasa.
He went alone into the forest at night because wolves usually came out after dark. As the night grew deeper, the howls of wolves echoed through the jungle. In the distance, he could also hear dogs crying from the village.
He carried a bow, several arrows, and a torch.
After some time, a few wolves appeared. Bakoto patiently waited in ambush and attacked when the opportunity came. After a difficult struggle, he successfully killed one wolf.
Carrying the dead wolf on his shoulder as proof of his hunt, he began walking back toward the village.
But after covering half the distance, he felt as if someone was following him.
He repeatedly turned around, but there was nothing except darkness. Suddenly, something attacked him from behind.
The attack was so powerful that his torch flew from his hand. The dead wolf disappeared somewhere in the darkness, and his bow and arrows were scattered across the ground.
At first, Bakoto became angry. He quickly turned around to face the attacker. What he saw in the darkness made even him freeze in fear.
The creature was almost twice his height and size.
In the darkness, he could only see two huge glowing eyes shining like torches and hear a deep, terrifying growl.
But the creature did not stop there. It attacked him again. Bakoto refused to give up and fought back.
During the struggle, he realized that the creature's body was shaped like a human's, but it was covered with thick, coarse hair like that of a wild boar.
The battle continued for quite some time.
As they wrestled and fell repeatedly, Bakoto suddenly found one of his arrows on the ground.
Seizing the opportunity, he drove the arrow with all his strength into the creature's eye.
The monster's roar instantly turned into a horrifying scream.
But what happened next frightened Bakoto even more. Immediately after that scream, the creature vanished. It was as if it had never existed.
And the moment it disappeared, the entire forest fell silent.
It felt as though every sound in the jungle had vanished along with it. Bakoto somehow managed to leave the forest and reach the village.
The first house he saw, he entered seeking shelter.
Under the flickering light of a lantern, he examined his body and was shocked.
Long, deep claw marks covered his skin. Bakoto asked the villagers about the strange creature.
Their answer made him shiver once again.
The truth was that the friend who had brought him to that village had hidden an important fact from him.
The village was not only troubled by wolves—it was also terrorized by a dreadful Burasa.
Bakoto learned this truth from the villagers themselves.
He also discovered that the villagers had given the creature a name:
"Burasa Kotor" — which means "The Great Monster."
Despite the questions in his heart and the sadness in his eyes, Bakoto never tried to find out why his friend had taken him there without telling him the truth.
Because the man he considered not just a friend, but a brother, had left him to face such danger.
Even while telling this story in his old age, fear, pain, confusion, and sorrow could still be seen in Bakoto's eyes.
He told us that after that incident, he never returned to that village. Nor did those friends ever come to visit him again. With time, he also stopped trying to contact them.
Note: Friends, this story took a little longer to publish because although I knew about the four different types of Burasa, I wanted to gather accurate details. For that, I visited my friend's house and personally spoke with her Bakoto.The next story will not take as long.
And yes, this is not a scripted story. It is based on a real incident that happened to my friend's Bakoto.
