Offering #TellTaleThursday


Sun was setting and darkness was descending, faster inside the mango orchard, on this winter evening. Two men, one a guru in a red robe, and the other his disciple, were drinking country liquor sitting around a woodfire.

Such an auspicious no moon night rarely comes by with all heavenly bodies in a state of alignment,” said the man in red robe, “ my luck!I have nothing to offer to mother; where shall I find a human corpse at this time of the day?”

It is her work,” said the other man, Nitai, “she will make arrangement for her work. Just wait and watch.”


I shall set you up for an employment,” said Nitai’s letter, “bring your son too.”

Baapu how long?” asked the little boy, “It is getting dark, I am hungry, my feet hurts.”

Almost there, see the mango orchard,” Father and son have been walking for almost an hour, “we shall cut through it.”


Brother you arrived,” Nitai stood up, “ what took you so long? Let me take you to Raja sahab; beta you rest here, drink some water.”

Father was not comfortable leaving his son in an unknown place with a stranger. Successive crop failures had made life difficult. In his eagerness and anxiety to land a job, father did not hear the muffled cry of his son, when the man strangled the boy after offering a laced drink.


You made your own the arrangement mother,” said the man in red robe, “ now time for worship.”

Word count: 259

This is a post written in response to #TellTaleThursday prompt of Anshu and Priya. More posts in response to the prompt may be found here.

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