"This is all I know about the incidents" I told my cousins who'd been all listening ardently to this old local tale. Though I'd been only 10 years old at that time, I remember watching, with increasing fear the entire drama unfold.
A few weeks hence, as I was sitting at a tea shop on the outskirts of the town on my way back from my evening-time stroll, I was joined by a man. His name, I discovered, was Kumar and he soon got engaged in a conversation with the tea shop owner. Just as I was making to leave the shop I overheard him say the name of his village: Shyamgunj. I froze. Shyamgunj. The word sent a chill down my spine. I immediately turned towards him and asked "Then you must know about Hemaram?". "Hemaram?" he pondered upon the question a little "Naturally. His was a well-known family. I must have been 15 or so at the time of his death but I remembered it well" the man said. "He and his father, I've heard, never get along very well. It wouldn't perhaps be exaggeration to say that they hated each other. Hemaram stayed in his house only because of his greed for his father's plentiful money.
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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.
