Life in a graveyard

 Life in a graveyard...

 Episode-1

Every morning on my way to college, I used to come across this Christian cemetery and steal a peek of a small house in there. It was a huge cemetery on a deserted road with age old trees shading their spell of cold breeze. A rustic small house with shattered windows and moss grown all over, appearance is haunted enough to scare off.

   Thoughts crept in my mind about that place all day long. A small child was playing over the relics of an old grave. He was tucked with an old piece of over sized shirt flowing on the waves of the breeze. He had an innocent and intuitive smile. Something was very deep over there, something was hiding behind his smile. Everyday it caught my attention and my whole consciousness. There was a life in death. 

    Every morning the kid used to play with his small puppy, his mother would be sorting out seeds and his father as usual digging up the soil for the new guests to welcome. Dead were his regular clients. Haunted stories or ghosts neither scared them nor gutted them. 

The kid used to be the cheer in the place of tears. Once, his puppy escaped the fence, the kid desperately ran out to catch his puppy. That was the very first time when I saw him coming out of his boundaries, boundaries of the graveyard. I waved at him. He panicked and ran off.

For the first time I thought I may have frightened him and I dispersed as soon as possible. The very next day he was eagerly looking at the streets, as if streets were encouraging him to come out from his fence. For the whole time his eyes were stuck on that street. As if he is having a secret conversation with the street. He was dull, desperate and restless. He heard the sound, sound he was waiting for, he got excited and ran to his father, there was a sudden change in his behavior it was indeed a complete shift from the very composed calm and curious affixed to the streets to a very enthusiastic. There was joy in his tone and happiness in his eyes. I could sense something skeptical in his shift. He was jumping, singing as if someone very dear had come, he was expressing his intense happiness in his behavior. 

The sound was nearing, it was very close.

Sound was becoming louder and louder....