The
clock was showing 5 in the morning when I left my bed and started to study for
my graduation exams. I was sitting on my study table and in front of me was a
window, through which a beautiful scene comes in to eyes. When little light
starts to come out behind the horizon, the beautiful garden of Mr. Patel
comes in front of me. Mr. Patel was an old man and he daily works in his
garden.
That
day around 6 in the morning Mr. Patel came out of his home and as a daily
routine starts to water the plants. He was working in the garden when I saw a
beggar coming from far away street. It took around half an hour to him to reach
Mr. Patel. He stopped there and was asking something to him. Mr. Patel gestured
the beggar to go from there and he started to work again in his garden.
Beggar
was still standing there. After sometime the beggar started to move forward to
Mr. Patel’s garden. Mr. Patel got furious to see the beggar coming in his
garden. He shouted on beggar, “I told you go away from here.” After that Mr.
Patel pushed the beggar hard which made the beggar fall and his head got
stroked on a stone.
Mr.
Patel got tensed, even I got tensed. The beggar was dead, I thought. Mr. Patel
holds the beggar’s leg high and started pulling him. He left the body of the
beggar on the street and rushed to his home and closed the door. Mr. Patel
thought that no one knows about that incident but I was the eye witness.
After
some hours police came and took the body away and thought the death of the beggar
was an accident. I also kept my lips shut.
8 YEARS BACK….
I
was giving tuitions at home when I saw him again. I rushed towards the window.
The same beggar, I saw coming through the streets and go directly inside the
house. I got scared. I saw a dead man walking. Has he came back to take his
revenge?
I
told students to go back and rushed to Mr. Patel’s house. Mr. Patel knew me as
his neighbor but this was the first time I was going to his house.
I
pressed the bell. Mr. Patel came out. He looked a bit confused to see me but
greeted me nicely. He took me inside. Then I came to know that his daughter has
just given birth to a boy. They where fighting for the name of the child and
the fight finished with the name ‘Akshit’. They gave me sweets.
“Mr.
Patel, I saw someone coming to your home from the door behind. He was looking
like a beggar. So I thought that he was in to steel something. That’s why I
thought that I should inform you about that.” I said what I saw.
They
searched the whole house but found nothing.
“May
be a mistake of mine. Sorry.” I said and left.
THE PRESENT DAY……
I
saw Akshit playing on the roof of his house from the window. He has settled the
empty cans on the corner of the roof and was trying to knock the cans down by
striking stone on them from the distance of 3 or 4 feets. All the cans were
falling in garden which I knew that will make Mr. Patel angry.
When
Akshit was busy in his task I saw that Mr. Patel came out of the house. He was
looking very old. He was shaking when coming down of stairs.
In
the mean while Akshit knocked a can down which hit on Mr. Patel’s head and he
fallen in his garden. He died. Akshit was still busy in playing. He didn’t see
anything. He was unaware of what happened.
After
two three days I saw Mr. Patel’s daughter running furiously in morning on the
street and her husband was running behind him. Tension started to build in me.
I ran on street and asked Mr. Patel’s husband that what happened.
“Akshit
is missing.” He said and hired a taxi to police station.
I
turned and started to move towards my home when a man draws my attention. He
was him, the beggar. I saw him coming out of Mr. Patel’s house. This was the
first time I saw him clearly. He was staring me directly inside my soul.
Then
he gave a smile to me and went again from where he first came. He disappeared
in nowhere. Then I understood everything. I wanted to tell all this to Mr.
Patel’s and wanted them to stop searching for Akshit because Akshit returned
from where he came.
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