The Uncommon Experience at the Burial ground
In a modest community, where life unfurled at its own speed, I wound up remaining close to the graves, my pockets weighty with 8,000 bucks. With a shrewd smile, I gave the cash to Gorkan and expressed, “Dig the grave similarly as I taught. This is my number.” The graveyard, tranquil and solemn, anticipated the looming memorial service, planned for a call five hours before the takeoff of the departed. Gorkan gestured quietly, getting the money, and gave me a missed call.
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No distress or torment reflected in his eyes; they were void, consumed by the everyday battle of making money by digging graves. My strides vacillated, and unexpectedly, I staggered, falling close to a grave. Gathering my mental fortitude to rise, I saw the headstone bearing the terrific name of Rana Amir Ali, underneath which water had leaked in, causing destruction inside the grave.
A total scene unfurled before my eyes – seven squares of land, plants worth millions, and four enormous chateaus were a lay covered. completely claimed by a man. The reverberations of a bothered voice resounded, “Hadi Hayat, get up! Today, you are here to cover your dear companion, however tomorrow, you also will be here.” Recollections overwhelmed back from my school days when a misleading gossip of a companion’s end drove me running to his home. After seeing him perfectly healthy, bittersweet tears euphoria got away from my eyes. Notwithstanding the chastening and prodding that followed, my companion had shouted, “Hadi Hayat, in the event that I had truly died, the whole Shujaabad city could never have seen a solitary open shop. Be that as it may, the world continues to turn, unfortunately, and neither the city nor the shops shut down.”
Time elapsed, and the unavoidable occurred – my companion died. His memorial service had caused one shop as well as a whole market to close. At some point, I figured out that my companion’s sibling had likewise opened a shop close by. After inquisitive, he clarified that the burial service delay was expected for worries about the decay of milk and yogurt. He guaranteed me that he would rapidly sell them and close the shop prior to joining the burial service parade.
The graveyard was loaded up with individuals like us, who accepted that the world would grind to a halt without them. Be that as it may, the truth was unique; the world proceeded, the city flourished, and the shops stayed open.