The Crow at Room 207: A Mysterious Encounter in Begusarai

Unlike the many routine work trips Krishna Rao had taken from Vadodara to Begusarai, his January 2024 visit turned out to be anything but ordinary. For a week every month -five months consecutively, he had stayed at the same Hotel in Barauni- Purnea highway of Begusarai, Bihar. He followed a typical business schedule with early morning pickups and late evening drop-offs. But this time, the unforgiving Bihar winter caught him off guard.

With inadequate winter clothing and an early onset of fever upon reaching Patna, Krishna landed at his hotel feeling cold, sick and mentally drained. What was meant to be another work-filled day turned into a lonely, feverish confinement within four walls. 

Despite the hotel’s lush green surroundings and comforting view, nothing lifted his sinking spirits. His body ached. He missed his family. And he began slipping into a dark spiral of isolation and hopelessness.

“I told myself I would get divine help. I always did- but this time, I wasn’t sure,” he later recalled.

And just as he was confronting a deeply morbid thought — "What if I die in this hotel room?" — a knock interrupted his spiraling mind.

He rushed to the door. No one was there.

Then he heard it again. This time, clearer — coming from the window.

He opened the curtains to find a black crow perched firmly on the parapet, tilting its head from side to side, staring at him with an oddly familiar intensity. It pecked at the window again, as though asking for food.

Driven by instinct, Krishna scrambled through his leftovers and offered the bird a few crumbs of bread. The crow accepted the offering, lingered for a while—maintaining eye contact—and then flew away. Over the next three days, at the exact same time—9:45 a.m.—the crow returned, asked for food and kept him company. His presence somehow managed to comfort him and keep him amused. they way the crow came and demanded food was unique- I almost started waiting for it every morning and by the fourth day I was feeling better," he said. And then the crow stopped coming...

“It suddenly struck me — our Vedas refer to crows as Kakabhushundi,” he said. “They are believed to represent ancestral spirits, our pitrus watching over us.”

 It came when his fever was at its worst, and disappeared the morning he finally felt healthy. This left him thinking if the crow was indeed his ancestors coming to help him.  

Coincidence? Or a sign from the other side?