Ch-9
My fascination for cemeteries ended, rather abruptly. Now was i really trapped. I had no one to play with, no one to talk to and almost nothing to do. I can call up my friends.... but when they will narrate their tales of fun and frolic, i would be crouching low with nothing interesting to share...... Why mom? Why? Why this injustice towards me......???? Oh mom, if only dad was here... He is really fun to be with..... Anyway, i am not the one to be easily beaten... I will make friends even in hell...... Armed with this sense of redemption and sheer determination i was out of the house yet again to unravel the mystery which was surrounding my life. My superstitious beliefs urged me to believe that some evil spirit was at work..... And i didn't like any stupid damn spirit meddling with my life. But just thinking about it, i felt a bit shaken. How our Hindu mythology is surrounded by facts that are never true! Why, can a stupid non-existent spirit tamper with your life and turn it topsy-turvy? Anyway, I was not the one to change my religion. Had this been the case, Hinduism would not have been much different from the law books, which are amended according to the situations, which arise, and according to the mind-set of people. Having walked half the way till our fields ended, my mind gave me a jolt and i stopped as though hit by lightening. I didn't know the village language. How am i gonna be friends with the village kids? I was just pondering over this situation when i saw Amna come.