My name is Divya Borthakur and I was 22 years old when I was murdered.
I grew up in a loving family, with two older brothers and parents who doted on me. People talk about relatives being 'snakes' but my cousins (all older than me) were my companions growing up.
I was happy.
I was loved.
I was alive.
And then, I was...not.
And that's why you're here.
To know about me and my story.
To figure out how a 22 year old girl was murdered and how her family broke.
I bet you're thinking, "Hey, if you're dead, then how are you narrating this story?"
Let's just say I have my ways.
And honestly, there's a lot about this world that no one knows about.
I mean, I'm dead and even I don't know or understand everything that there is to death.
I know what you're wondering
"Is this going to be another one of those where the ghost/spirit of the deceased helps the police find their murderer?"
And the answer is...complicated. I'm here for the ride just as you all are.
I don't know, or remember, who murdered me.
All I remember is that I woke up in a field surrounded by tall grass. And when I looked down, my dead body was lying at my own feet.
Do you get how trippy that is?
And I do not look cute when I'm freshly murdered. I mean, all the blood and wounds just made me feel like the body at my feet wasn't mine.
It took some time to accept the fact that it was, in fact, me. Witnessing the heartbroken screams of my mother and the sight of my father breaking down convinced me without a doubt that I was actually dead.
And my brothers? They had to hold their grief back so that they could console my parents. But I caught the wetness in their eyes and the tear trailing down their cheeks.
Even now, months later, I can sometimes hear them crying privately in their rooms, my eldest dada being consoled by my bou while my younger dada muffled his cries in his pillow.
So here I am.
And this is my story.
Or should I say, my after-story, cause you know, I'm dead...
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1. Dada: elder brother.
2. Bou: sister-in-law.

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Ficción GeneralDivya Borthakur is dead. Murdered by an unknown assailant six months ago, her spirit continues to roam the earth, or rather the small town that she called home. She witnesses the grief of her family, the heartbreak of her friends and continues to ex...