Deny It Or Believe It

Weird, strange, illusion, dream, nonsense; words plenty since ever To overcome fear, avoid confusion, maintain commonsense or whatever! But this story of mine is an experience I record as game of nature; Revisiting it, wondering on the hows and whys over the years as I grew mature. The answer only he held; the one who wished to live life careless and carefree! Then one day he sunk in the marsh and died, setting her widowed mother free As if of all frustrations and reproaches from kin, peers and so many in the locality! A good soul he had met once who admonished him, patiently And left him in some good hands who could guide him start anew. He tried to change but at his own time, as of what was in future he had no clue. What thoughts in mind and what visions froze in eyes closing to death? One phone call to the good soul after a year; as if from other realm, a message. His name he left, saying to tell that good soul he had called; was it a presage? That good soul ready ever to help called a friend who related to him in melancholy; That very morning, he had been to the boy’s one year after death ceremony! The good soul sat in shock; he didn't even know about his death a year back. In trance he walked to his fiancée's house; over night he talked to her about him, in flashback! (I wrote a short story on this. Based on true experience in 1993, some months before my wedding. It was during the “Pitra Paksh” (Fete des morts in Hindi) – here we are actually in this period which ends on 1st oct 2016. The boy met my fiancé, a youth worker, who had some words with him and his family. He never met him again. Among Hindus the final after death ceremony is performed after one year of death and it is believed that the soul, if not departed earlier, has to after the last and final ceremony)