It was an art gallery. Lots of hand sketches hung onto the wall. Beautiful women, slim and tall. Few men and old people . Dominating was a half drawn sketch by a famous artist who had died mysteriously.
Late in the dead of night, window opened and a beautiful girl floated inside the artist huge studio. He was sleeping, tired from a day long outdoor sketch at a graveyard. Jim had quickly sketched an open grave It was a woman’s grave. He did not pay much attention at that time, just rolled up his sleeves and captured the view.
In the darkness, Lyla’s white robe was flowing with breeze. Her cold dead fingers reached for Jim’s jawline. Jim could feel the cold touch. He startled and was shocked to see Lyla so close.
Jim.” Who are you?”
Lyla,” I am Lyla”
Jim,” What are you doing in my studio?”
Lyla,” What were you doing over my grave?”
The question made Jim very frightened. He couldn’t reply for full five minutes.
Lyla, “Why? What happened? You are free to visit me but I need a reason to come here?”
Jim,” I am sorry”
Lyla,” Don’t be. I am very happy.”
Jim,” What are you happy about?”
Lyla, “To have found you.”
Jim was now even more scared. Thoughts were racing in his mind.
Lyla came very close to him. He could smell wet earth and something rotten.
Lyla stepped back and said,” You can smell my grave”
Lyla, ” Do me a favor Jim. Close my grave and get my body into the grave. It was stolen by the grave digger.”
Jim was lost for words.
Lyla,” if you do not do as I ask. Then you will have me as a regular visitor”
The morning light was now filtering into the studio. Lyla disappeared.
Jim quickly took a shower . He then went to the pastor. They formed a group, intimidated the police. A search was conducted and soon the grave digger got arrested. He had sold Lyla’s body to the nearby hospital. Her body was minus some parts, whatever was remaining got buried and the grave was closed.
As night approached Jim waited. Lyla appeared she was smiling.
That night Jim drew her sketch but couldn’t complete it. He died and following day was surprisingly buried next to Lyla. Now they have a friendly conversation and discuss art, because Lyla was an art critique.
A poor woman was distressed and sitting next to a tributary. Suddenly , her feet slipped. And she was getting drowned. Oh! would I die . was the thought frightening her. Suddenly, she found herself standing in the bottom of the lake. Here, a tall man motioned her to follow him, she did as told and in a cave she saw the man’s wife , in labor pains. The man, again looked at her, and she got to work. Soon, the mother gave birth to twelve children of the sea. The father was pleased, picking up some corals from the bed, he gave it to the woman.
After, sometime she found herself on the shore. Then she realized, that she was alive.Looked at her hands, it had corals. Now, she was not happy for she thought about her poverty. In distress, she threw the corals and walked to her hut. Next, morning she woke up and wanted to wash her clothes, as she turned her pockets inside out..Lo! where there were corals..now there were gold. She couldn’t believe that she had thrown the most of it along the shore. Running back to the spot she witnessed a crowd, laughing and rejoicing for the treasure they got, gold nuggets were found along the shore line .
Ah! my bad luck thought the woman to herself.. why did I throw away the corals in despair. As, she walked away and reached her house, she found one barrel lying in the front door. Bending down, she tried to pick it up. Too heavy. Then she pulled it upright and made it steady. There was gold coins in that barrel with a small note.
The corals were by me. Gold from my wife. But the barrel is from the children of the sea.
Two ladies lived as neighbors for fifteen years. Since, they were close they shared their everyday incidents and activities too. Both were widows. One had daughters who supported her and the other was living with her nephew ‘s family.
Let us give names, the one with daughters is Mrs. Happy and other is Mrs. Sad.
Mrs. Happy was eager to save money and make jewellery for her daughters, and she would show that to Mrs. Sad. Unknowingly, it made Mrs. Sad ..more depressed and mad.
Jealousy was getting higher and uglier..Mrs… Sad was also fed up with all the noble instructions that Mrs. Happy would give her, on saving and tidying etc. Mrs. Sad never had any cash..so what to save? And her house had little to tidy up.
Mrs. Sad liked to eat ice cream, as she never had money she would ask Mrs. happy to buy her some..although she did but later on she will remind Mrs. Sad about how many times she had given her treats and never got any treat from her.. Mrs. Sad couldn’t give her anything except a company.
One day..Mrs Sad got a phone call from her late husband’s friend , demanding money which her husband borrowed some ten years back..she went to Mrs. happy for getting a loan to pay off the old loan.
Mrs. Happy didn’t agree. And Mrs. Sad was pressurized by the lender. She got mentally imbalanced..one day when no one was around..Mrs.. Sad stole the jewelries from the cupboard and as she was leaving Mrs. Happy caught her..frightened she pushed hard, killing Mrs. Happy instantly as her head struck the corner of the table..
Mrs. Sad left and gave the gold ornaments to the lender..later that evening Mrs. Sad also died with a stroke.
The lender went to sell off the ornaments and was caught by the local police..and was charged for murdering Mrs. Happy..
There is no moral to this story..it is an incident that makes poverty unbearable..that you commit a crime without thinking..had Mrs. Sad knew..that she would die so soon maybe she wouldn’t have killed Mrs. happy..or if Mrs happy given her a loan to help..she would be still around..life is complicated or simple..depends what happens when it happens and how.