The dead and smell of cooked rice

by ahsan raza
i have always loved my village and its inhabitants , how they live and spent time while helping each-other out in thick and thin . my fellow villagers also have a strong connection with the religion and its traditions associated with the religion. They wont listen to anything remotely absurd or blasphemous about the religion from anyone and whoever that may be . after having said that our village doesn't tolerate outsiders either it may be strong bond of closeness with themselves or that insecurity which exist that outsiders are demons .
so once there was this poor old fellow who came from nowhere and was very hungry . he entered into our village at night as most of the people had already gone back top their homes after running their daily errands . that poor old fellow went from home to home in search of food and begged for food . adding to the misery of that fellow was the bitter cold night . however no help was given and poor old fellow decided to sleep at a footpath outside a village shop in cold night with whatever he had covering over him . in the morning when the villagers woke up they saw this poor old weak man lying dead outside a shop and his cold immobile body speaks of what he had passed through last night . as a religious tradition in the loving memory of that dead , food was cooked and distributed among all the villagers and prayers were held in order to mourn for the loss of that poor old fellow .
fortunately i was outside the village that night and when i came back i smelled the beautiful cooked rice and went their rushing expecting to have some , as i thought there has been a wedding in the neighborhood and as a tradition the rice were cooked . however when i reached there i saw no such festivities of that kind and someone told me that a poor old fellow died last night and we have cooked rice and offered prayers for the old fellow so that he can rest in peace . however i wasn't listening to him i was more concerned i should have chicken leg piece over that plate of rice .
may the poor dead soul rest in peace .
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Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

June 3, 2015 - 19:35 nicely written but the story's theme wasnt strong.. :)

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