August 24, 2009
Deformed Face Near the Cemetery
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Abhi - Kerala, India - January 1, 2006
My semester exams were over. I was in a festival mood after undergoing a
month of intellectual torment and strain. So I called up my friend (lets
call him Mr. M). We decided to party and booze for the rest of the day and
night. We got a crate of beer and a couple of bottles of local whisky and
settled down at my friend's house. We made merry and drank to our heart's
content. The clock struck 12 and we thought it was now the right time to go
out for dinner. We pumped up the old Yamaha motor bike and we were off.
The main road was 6-8 miles away. We had to travel through a vast lonely
stretch of road between the local woods. Covered with thick vegetation to
both our sides, stood trees which looked as though they stretched all the
way to the heavens. We had almost covered half the way when our bike slowed
down and finally came to a standstill. I understood that the fuel level was
nearly empty. Now there was an eerie silence which surrounded us. Not
impressed by this sort of an atmosphere, I rushed my friend who was putting
in his best efforts to get the bike started up and running again until we
were at least within a walkable distance of the main road. To my dismay, his
efforts proved in vain. Thus, pushing the bike, we started walking. I cursed
myself for having intoxicated myself to such an extent that my commonsense
and logic disappeared forcing me to make idiotic decisions such as this.
We were almost at the gates of the local church when my friend explained his
uncontrollable urge to pee. While he was engaged in the process, I took the
liberty of peeping into the cemetery behind the church. I could clearly see
marked graves with humongous tombstones, some of them relatively fresh,
glittering in the moonlight. Just as I gazed down to one of the clearly
visible tombstones, I read out an inscription on the tombstone which read
"For I shall return." This statement mildly sent a chill down my spine.
Diverting my attention from this, I called out to my friend. But to my
horror, I found him unconscious on the floor. Gathering my cool, I sprinkled
some water on his face from the water bottle carried on the bike. On gaining
consciousness, my friend told me of the semi-deformed face which looked at
him right in the eye, while he was peeing.
