Tears of Sorrow! Part-1

NOTE: This story is purely based on imagination and is not connected to any reality. It's just quoted for entertainment.

"Chavi babu...is duniya mein ajnabi rehna hi thik hai, log bohut taklif date hai, apna banakar". Those are the lines uttered to me, by the gardener. I am an artist, it's 1922 century. I was named by my parents as per rituals, Vicar. I like to art passionately from my early childhood. I lived in a village, which is surrounded by natural beauty, fresh air, and fresh water all around. My family is underprivileged. Somehow my parents managed to send me school, but I am not interested in studies.

My hobby my passion is Art, I can art at any situation. But, my fortune will be so Dangerous, I had never dream so. My art skill is so good, that I won many rewards. Looking at my sharp skill, an agent of my village, offers me to earn a decent reward. He said me, (Larke! Paisa kamaye ga). I very humbly told him, my name is Vikram...so please. To, this he said, ok Vikram I had a offer for you, come to sarpanch home in jalsa, show your incredible skill and earn more, you will be rewarded as per your need. I said, thank you, but I shall only ask the money which is reasonable only. Ok..As you wish , said the agent. Next, evening I went to jalsa organised by sarpanch. I was asked to make a beautiful painting without seeing any image. As soon as I started painting, my eyes were closed and I am using my fingers to show the skill. However I have no idea what I make is unique , that all villagers and sarpanch were delighted. When I saw the image it's unknown to me what I had drawn. The jalsa over, I got prize..I was returning to home, when I met with a stranger, he calls me and said. Aaj jalsa mein, tune jo chitra banaya hai, tujhe us jagah se, ekdin guzarna parega...yaad rakhna.

I was scared to such words, I ask who are you, what do you mean? But the stranger turn up a shawl and move in other direction , without any reply to me...just he said again...tujhe waha se guzarna hi hoga....and he left. I check my image , I had drawn, after returning home, I saw its beautiful nature drawn , nothing else specific seen in it. Next, morning I went to temple , but the priest over there told me, Vikram please come to my shelter after prayer. I visit priests home and asked why had you called here gurudev? My child ,you have to do one favour to me, can you attend my grandson home ? It's 90km away from our village..I (priest) shall arrange your travelling to there. To this I reply ,gurudev , I will go there, don't worry and I shall forward your message to your grandson also, that you refer me to stay there and work for my better future...but I shall never give up painting. Vikram, I am a priest and I know you need to grow up in life, so I advice you. Listening to priest, I said, I shall follow your words. Same day evening , a bullock cart was arranged for me , and a guide to join me. We had started to travel at 3pm afternoon and it was confirmed to reach there at 6pm. But the cart puller after moving some distance, said (sahab mein apko janta hoon, mene apki banayi hui tasveer dekhi hai..jalsa mein, magar shayad apne kuch dekha nahi, us tasveer mein ek chota as gaon hai, jisme sirf kuch log hi rehte the....kher choriye...age barte hain. 

I asked him, where are those villagers now? But the cart puller diverts my question to another answer. Later it's 6pm already and still we are move more 30km...due to broken roads we can’t move ahead , going slow, we reach the said small village, it's now dark night, but due to bit moon light and the lantern of cart we are going slowly...the cart puller said, (sahab mujhe ek dusra rasta malum hai, jaldi pohuch jayenge.) I refused and said already we are late, you go this way. So, he moved ahead...after some miles, as we are moving, suddenly I heard number children's crying noise as if running also , from behind. My cart puller said, sahab ! Sahab! Piche murke mat dekhna..age dekho...I said ok. Again after a while I heard from behind calling my name Vikram Vikram and crying noises of women.

My cart puller said just don't ever look behind please. Look front. Then my cart puller sees what is unbelievable, from a distance observed some red balls floating in the air, the cart puller get it what are those. Immediately he turn the cart back to another way, then I realize why the cart puller asked to take another way. Late night I reach priest's grandson home, there I see a man sitting covering a shawl and murmuring some words. Grandson said come sir to my home welcome, it's long way you travel. I shared the incident happen in the way, mean while the man sitting outside starts howling. The grandson said don't be scared it happens...he is our gardener, bit physic. But the incident you share was true...15yrs back that village was ruined due to poverty...hence unable to repay....all 20 villagers ate poison and died anywhere in the village...after then, people who ever crossed that village had to come through those supernatural powers, yet nobody get harmed till date, as locals said.

Our gardener one known fellow was also a part of that village. So, it's a rumor that every moment he sees those deads all over except others he heard the pathetic crying of those deads asking him for (hume mukti dilaooooo). Suddenly the gardener starts shouting at us saying in a weird way. (chavi babu...is duniya mein ajnabi rehna hi thik hai, log bohut taklif date hai, apna banakar". ) you are the person , for whom those deads wait to get rid from this earth. So, you unknowingly made that picture in jalsa...it's fortune, you are to come here through that village and let them get rid from earth to almighty place...

I and grandson listen those, but what I should belief,? It's reality or fairy tale? But what I experience is not a fun....that was really supernatural. Grandson said, he barks same to all...forget all those and come let's have dinner.

I know somewhere what had happened and I had come through a Dangerous lane...it's related to the gardeners uttered word....May God bless those souls.

Amen.