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The old cremator

A few man standing out of the hut. A beard old man came out
.His head and hand bow down before there. They spoke , arranged all details. Some one dead in our family. He nodded, he and his son collected some fire woods.he took a clay pot and filled the water. Few cow dung bread out from the hut.The old man tie his towel in his waist.His bare footed legs showed his poverty.His longing eyes saw, oh! Their custom music heard. Many luxurious car arrived. The cremation place decorated by golden flowers and roses.The rituals begins. Some godly men chanted fantastic. The old cremator join his hands and pray. Arranged costly fire woods. The richest old mother dead body laid down. Her son hold the pot on his shoulder. Little hole put on pot, he circled the body and broke the pot.. yes, we were just clay. Her son closed Her face with dung bread.the cremator lit the fire wood and gave to her son..Her breathless body cremated by him.Many richest person put money on my stretched towel..His head bow down and expressed thanks.The rich man gave new dhoti and towel and rice bags to him.Everone went out that place.Alone ,the cremator and his son standing before the burning dead body..The firewood became silent. He collected ashes and stored into the pot..The Richman arrived next morning and did few rituals and took the ashes pot. Hah, the running dissolves ashes.. Some one called at evening. The old cremator bow and asked. Their face looked so pale, trembling voice arranged funeral rituals at night. Old man piling up the firewood on the crematorium. Poured water into the pot.A dim lights blinked.The old man looked at the path..He did not heard any custom music. Four man beard the body made from the coconut leaf bed. A holy man chanted for the soul be rest in peace. The dead body laid on the fire wood..one Jasmine garland laid dead body's neck..Some man weeping loudly.old cremator 's heart cried, what happened. He saw the deadbody. A little boy sleeping like a bud.His broken heart gave firewood to his father.. tears silently roll down.. little boy's beautiful face slowly burnt.. numbness. The creation of secret, no one revealed..old cremator heart overwhelmed. Red eyes smiling dry leaves. Is this life???that's life...

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