Beginning of the mystery

Introduction

Working late night and sleeping till the rays of sun kissed my eyes were the two things I adored in my life. I had one of the busiest life, I had ever guessed to have in such a short time. I was busy but doing such jobs which would mean carrying coal to new castle. I was jack of all trades, would leave nothing trying or tasting once, even if it sounds like the most terrible plan to rule. After hearing about me, you must be wondering, "Who the guy really is ?" or "Why is he blowing his own trumpet to his greatest strength  possible ...?"  Stressing your mind for such a small thing can be meaningless. I am here to help you answer your queries.
 

 The guy who is tricking you all by the suspense is none other than ‘Me’. Ya !! !!  It’s me "Selat Cod” or you can just call me "COD". In fact I used to get angry when others called me COD but now am habituated, makes no sense either you call by first or last name for I have understood if you want to be outnumbered as  a catchy person , your name must be catc..hy fir..st .

I request you not to take my words seriously. I am often confused, I feel like a fish named COD being called by a man in a lake of “COD fish”. Isn't it hilarious??? I know it pretty sounds but a question must be hitting your head or licking your mind in more formal language, "Is this person lunatic?? ... " On one hand he says one thing and on the other hand the thing is completely wrong, he must be sent to asylum . " Well if you are thinking this, I must say you are enjoying reading my freaking manuscript.

Since, you are enjoying then let’s move ahead with my more deeds that will make you think I have just come from the asylum,..."A Lunatic Asylum ..." .
Walking alone in a dark and chilling winter night, even the moon glittering like a star, was one my obsessing dream to be fulfilled. Meanwhile I had a recurring dream that snatched one of the greatest thing I adored i.e. "My Soundful Sleep.." like a criminal snatching a ring or necklace . Ohh.., no.. !!! my sleep , this was only thing I was concerned about, in my busy life . Sometimes I felt like shooting the recurring dream with bayonet, if it would be anything to be hurt or destroyed.

 

I had once read an epitaph, I usually don't but this was accidently done and one of the memories to be shared if you are ready to plunge in with me.

Once I was way back to my home. Suddenly I noticed graveyard which was none of my concern for years long till the date. I couldn't figure out," why ??" , but was constantly heading to a tomb which was recently engraved . The epitaph was so nicely done, the designs were wonderful almost done with a machine or mechanically. I was so pleased to see that I would kiss the incriptor hands. Writing was quiet impressive, it read "We lost one of the most interesting, overwhelming, fanatic, blah .... Blah ... blah ...(other words were more difficult for my low profile tongue to utter ) personality Mr./Miss David Fiona Jones The Maria Colemann Janney. “I was stunned a while reading the name, what the hell!!! Moreover I was shocked and wondering if anyone could tell the ‘sex’. Yes, i was totally confused about the sex, reading the holy misnomerous name. Meanwhile a girl 12 years approx. sat nearby me and started crying at her peak. Though I seemed to be praying for the almighty soul but I was busy listening what the girl was saying. She started with something that went totally out of my mind,   "My Jammy , My Love " . I was like "what?" but at the same time I was happy to know the sex of the body. Looking at the girl once again. I asked to myself "Is her age enough to find herself a love??” Leave it, dude!! You are poor in this field, anyways mission accomplished, now it's time to leave, I was getting late to sleep. Before my thoughts could be over-ruled, again a boy came running harshly and started crying but no tears as if to show the girl he was sad too. He then said, "Maria, why did you do this to me?, why you left me alone in this cruel world ?? " Once again I was shocked, relaxing a while I barely spoke , " Children , why are you all crying ? " However they spanked me and with an aggressive look replied, “Can’t you see our love has died ....." "What???Our love???”, I said . Girl was snaring at me so I changed the word 'our' to 'your'. I thought the person must be third gender so I smiled like crying but my curiosity level was getting higher and eagerly asked, “Who?". .... (Now I don’t wanna keep you busier finding whose body was buried, again stressing your mind can cost me awful results.) This time the kids were soft and the girl lying her head in my lap said with a low voice crying, ”He was my one and only ‘DOG’ .” Fu...hhh !!! a dog , all this time I was busy wasting my energy praying for a dog, Ohh!!, how stupid I am couldn’t even guess. After this, neither had I wanted to see the encryption nor to know about gender. I was totally done with the matter; the conversation was put to a full stop. I was annoyed as all those excitements were put into a thrash. So I wanted my lamentation back, the one I had enchanted thinking it was a soul of a person. I enchanted a return elegy; this was my own style of asking back sth from God I had asked before.    Haah!!! , after hearing, I stood immediately praying back my words to GOD, I walked to home.
So guy’s wasn’t that a foolish act, asking prayer back from GOD which I did just because the buried body was not a soul of human.