!!!!!!!!!!! Unbounded Adoration !!!!!!!!!!!!

N.B. - This is my attempt at short story. This is an apocryphal story and the plot has been modified so that no one gets scared . Something more close to true story was intended.

“Whoa what a place to live in!” everybody exclaimed on having the first look at the facilities and the serene surrounding. Though none had the idea what it could turn out to be. It was indeed very pleasant equipped with gym, swimming pool, badminton court and a small but beautiful ground. Everything was well maintained but something was in the air that was deceptive. Months passed by however no one noticed anything mysterious. As it was the best place to live in the great industrial township of India. One easily forgot the distance that one was from his peers. Seasons came and the choice of sports shifted from one to another for all the residents of this small heaven.

The backside of hostel was the most happening place in this winter. Not because girls wing was on that part of hostel, but due to the game of badminton being played by groups of people, including the coach N. But of late people realized that something was fishy. There was something mysterious that nobody was talking about or afraid of revealing the truth if he knew it. People complained of seeing someone wandering about at midnight near the backside wall of the hostel among the trees. Even during badminton match for an instance I saw someone but didn’t paid any heed to it thinking as if I might be hallucinating.

But what few girls saw during last few midnights was really scary. They saw shadow of a woman walking near the boundary wall next to badminton court. Acting smartly, to avoid panic they narrated this incident secretly to the warden. The warden was also stunned to hear this and asked them not to spread the message to everyone. But the recent incident made everybody to inquire and think. A security guard was found fainted at the backside of hostel. He was put on duty after the complaint. What he narrated astonished everybody. Even he looked numbed and complained the same thing.

Soon the residents tried to inquire from the house owner who stayed next to the hostel. His house, the temple and the graveyard were in line with our back side boundary wall. An old clergyman with his wife and son lived there. They were the oldest resident of that place. He explained the whole story. He said he saw the same formation from last few years. Right from the day Aria died. She was a young woman being survived by her only son Sohan. Her only obsession was her child. She used to live in the shattered house in the middle of the ground with her only son. Forcefully her house was taken by some voluntary organisation. They sold that piece of land to a company for the construction of hostel. In lieu of which a job was guaranteed  in hostel and a house next to cleric house. Henceforth she used to work during daytime, while her son went to school. 

It was his 10th birthday and she had guaranteed her a gift for the occasion. So he was also very happy and didn’t go to school that day. Instead he merrily played around in the hostel as she worked along. An unfortunate accident occurred which left everybody stunned. In the evening as Aria was searching Sohan, he was found dead at the backside of the hostel, with blood oozing out from his head. It seemed as if he slipped from the roof while playing. This left every one surprised and gloomy. The police seized the body for autopsy. She was there with the gift she promised but her son was no more. Each and every day were killing her from inside. He was her only reason for surviving till now after her husband’s death. Each day she would hold the gift and try to look for her son. In the backyard near the mango tree, his favorite spot but she would again return back. This continued for a week but she succumbed to the fatal mental shock. She could not tolerate any further and jumped off from the same roof. This incident is known to few.

The cleric further said :

“it shows the affection that a mother has for her child. She spends her entire life to give him every kind of joy bearing every pain. There is every possible reason in the world why a child feels most secure in the palms of her mother. That is the most authentic, undemanding care and affection one can ever get.”

Though many have seen someone walking through the grooves during the night after that incident. A shadow of a woman holding something in her hand. She would walk down the length of the back yard. From then some impression of a face develops on the back yard wall. The girls might have witnessed the same. Only after one tries to look with attention, one can notice this. 
Though no one has seen someone in actual there.