A Tale Of Ten Candles by kris1920 2014/09/04 06:44
What a shxt it is there is no logic behind this myth,
its a creation of any stupid human mind with no
authenticity behind it, Arun say carelessly.
The logic lies in an old story which was told to me
by my local guardian when I was in Shimla
boarding, Meeta replied
In the town of Shimla. it is said that in the early
1900s a young mother was riding on her horse
into town with her baby in a hang on her back. She
worked too late in town and it was dark when she
set out to her home.
As she was riding her way home, the sky become
overcast and the sound of distant thunder strike
her ears, as a storm was approaching. The
highway was very dark and it was Amawasya (no
moon night), she began to notice swooshing noises
coming from the dark atmosphere surrounded her.
The lady began to look over her shoulder in fright
as she became more and more conscious about
her loneliness. As the chills scuttled up her spine,
she expected that the child wouldn't sense her
fear.
All of a sudden she caught a yell only a some
distance from her horse. She became so terrified
that she incited her horse running at the speed of
knots. As the horse fled, all the vibrating caused
the baby to be thrown from her back. The young
lady was so dismayed she couldnt think, she
admonished the horse faster and faster away from
the sound, more and more away from the child.
On reaching her home she came to realize this fact
that the yell was from her child. She at once ride
her horse back to the same place in the storm from
which she had escaped.
Later the mother returned, gruesome with
guiltiness, to hunt for the fallen baby. Yet the storm
had passed, the moonlight exposed no hints to the
young woman. Her child had vanished in the
darkness of the night.
She had lost her mental balance and always looked
for her baby everywhere and ultimately taken to the
mental asylum ,she was afraid of seeing the mirror
as after seeing her own reflection she started
hurting herself while shouting at her image that you
have thrown my baby, after that what had
happened nobody knows but it had given birth to
this myth and the game, Meeta finished herself off
with these words.
There was a pin drop silence as all of them were
quite taken away by her words and the atmosphere
seemed to be even more gloomy and darker after
her narration.
It sounds good but more horrific buddy, please
dont talk such stuff at this place and at such hour
of night, Roshni move more close to Ankit. Are you
afraid? haha, girl. Tony said while he himself
came back to his senses after this story.
Just then Meetas candle suddenly blow off. There
was silence everywhere. Its a mere coincidence
guys nothing to get worried about,Maahi said.
Who is worried? Sujoy asked and they all laughed.
There is nothing like boys and girls I had seen you
shivering while listening to Meeta, fear doesnt
recognizes the difference between boy and girl it
can only be confronted by a strong heart and it can
be anybody, Navomita as usual cannot withstand
to the gender remark made by Tony.
What a shxt it is there is no logic behind this myth,
its a creation of any stupid human mind with no
authenticity behind it, Arun say carelessly.
The logic lies in an old story which was told to me
by my local guardian when I was in Shimla
boarding, Meeta replied
In the town of Shimla. it is said that in the early
1900s a young mother was riding on her horse
into town with her baby in a hang on her back. She
worked too late in town and it was dark when she
set out to her home.
As she was riding her way home, the sky become
overcast and the sound of distant thunder strike
her ears, as a storm was approaching. The
highway was very dark and it was Amawasya (no
moon night), she began to notice swooshing noises
coming from the dark atmosphere surrounded her.
The lady began to look over her shoulder in fright
as she became more and more conscious about
her loneliness. As the chills scuttled up her spine,
she expected that the child wouldn't sense her
fear.
All of a sudden she caught a yell only a some
distance from her horse. She became so terrified
that she incited her horse running at the speed of
knots. As the horse fled, all the vibrating caused
the baby to be thrown from her back. The young
lady was so dismayed she couldnt think, she
admonished the horse faster and faster away from
the sound, more and more away from the child.
On reaching her home she came to realize this fact
that the yell was from her child. She at once ride
her horse back to the same place in the storm from
which she had escaped.
Later the mother returned, gruesome with
guiltiness, to hunt for the fallen baby. Yet the storm
had passed, the moonlight exposed no hints to the
young woman. Her child had vanished in the
darkness of the night.
She had lost her mental balance and always looked
for her baby everywhere and ultimately taken to the
mental asylum ,she was afraid of seeing the mirror
as after seeing her own reflection she started
hurting herself while shouting at her image that you
have thrown my baby, after that what had
happened nobody knows but it had given birth to
this myth and the game, Meeta finished herself off
with these words.
There was a pin drop silence as all of them were
quite taken away by her words and the atmosphere
seemed to be even more gloomy and darker after
her narration.
It sounds good but more horrific buddy, please
dont talk such stuff at this place and at such hour
of night, Roshni move more close to Ankit. Are you
afraid? haha, girl. Tony said while he himself
came back to his senses after this story.
Just then Meetas candle suddenly blow off. There
was silence everywhere. Its a mere coincidence
guys nothing to get worried about,Maahi said.
Who is worried? Sujoy asked and they all laughed.
There is nothing like boys and girls I had seen you
shivering while listening to Meeta, fear doesnt
recognizes the difference between boy and girl it
can only be confronted by a strong heart and it can
be anybody, Navomita as usual cannot withstand
to the gender remark made by Tony.
#34 Myth&Mystery
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