I arose from my Graveyard --- ANANYA TALE'S

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I arose from my graveyard after 13 long days. I was given the privilege of seeing my loved ones for one last time. I was buried in my own backyard. I stood in front of my house 'THE ORPHANAGE'. Yes I called this orphanage my home, and it truly was.I grew up here, not knowing who my parents were.

This is my home, where I had no blood relations but many family members. This is the blessed place where I first saw Mike, he was accompanied by this paternal uncle and aunt. His parents passed away and his aunt didn't want to take up his responsibility, so chose to leave him here. It took him years to get over his grief and accept his new life. He who was once a 'pampered son' was now 'a orphan'.

What was really difficult for me was not falling in love with him.Years passed by, he began to accept the reality and I accepted him as my own.We were in love, yes two orphans in love.We decided to get married here, yes 'A wedding', our wedding was arranged at a place what we called our home what others as "THE ORPHANAGE".

We continued working for The orphanage, Mike was brilliant at raising funds, with the additional money we improved our home, which was home to many unfortunate children. I loved teaching and that is what I did.

It was the most beautiful phase of our life, I was 6 months pregnant and Mike was so excited to be a father.I had my own fears of being a mother as I had none. One unfortunate evening, I was crossing the road in a crowded market place, all I remember is getting hit by a car which came out of nowhere. The driver was drunk, for him it was just a mistake which he covered by easily by bribing the involved police men.

I arose from my graveyard after 13 long days, I entered the main office saw my picture on the wall with a garland felt strange.What was even stranger was I searched the whole orphanage, but couldn't find the one I wanted to bid farewell.

At last I found Mike in one of the classrooms, sitting in a corner of a dark room, I went closer but the look on his face, I recognized no more. He was nothing closer to what I had seen.

He shouted loudly "God you never punished the one who killed my parents on the road. You sent him again , this time to run over my wife and kill my unborn child."

He smiled and said "well done, when is my turn?"

He laughed loudly, sang a song, danced to the tunes, clapped his hands like a child, pulled his own hair, fell hard to the ground and... cried.

ANANYA TALE'S​

 

Thanks Arunarc... its a tragic story