Hemaram was from a faraway village lying in the remote regions of the Ranakpur forest and this was also his qualification for the job because it was believed that he should posess abundant knowledge about flora in general given that he had spent years amidst them. He was a fifty-ish , well built man who had spent a good eighteen years of his life looking after the garden and by the look of things, he was here to stay. The garden itself was big, lined with trees and with a large patch of lush, green grass in the middle. In the extreme corner of the garden stood the mango tree and a few feet from it was the gardener's house. There was also a flower patch near the tree which was extremely well-cared-for.
Things were going on very smoothly form Hemaram until one day when it occurred to him that despite his good mental and physical health, he was nearing the dusk of his life. So, he decided that he must visit his village Shyamgunj once before dying. And so, the next day, he packed his belongings and took the first bus in the morning to Sadari, the town closest to his village.
A fortnight passed and there was no news of Hemaram.
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The Mango Tree
Short Story13 years ago the gardener died under mysterious circumstances and his ghost is said to roam around in the garden since then. Find out what really happened.
