A Sorrowing Love – Memoir

Chapter 1

My maternal great-grandmother was born in 1914, at the time when spirits walked on earth just like you and me, before the sudden tide of urbanization, drove them deeper into the scattered forests and few uninhabited mountains.

Exorcists were common in every village since every once in a while, one of the villagers would disturb the solitude of the spirits by cutting down a certain tree in which the unholy spirits resided or would relieve themselves under such trees without asking for permission or performing a certain supplication. That was when, a spirit would intrude the villager’s body and exorcists who were known as holy men would be called upon for, to exorcise the spirits.

Musadaq, my great-grandmother, had an elder brother who became possessed by a spirit when she was fifteen and a heavenly beauty. He was found, tied on a treetop, voicing obscenities which were never heard before. A human ring of curiosity formed under the tree as the males of the family were bringing her brother down. An exorcist was called immediately to the unfortunate boy. With fingers filled with a plethora of uncommon rings and neck bending due to the weight of several necklaces of beads which were famous to be magical, the exorcist sat down beside the possessed boy. He began to chant a mantra, unknown to the simple villagers and obscenities gushed out of the boy’s mouth as they were a language all together. The exorcist summoned a bamboo stick, common in the north-west of the Indian sub-continent and began the brutal task of exorcising by beating my great-grandmother’s brother to a pulp. Lemons were called for which were brought with swiftness, laden-ed in hand-woven baskets. Each was blown upon with a silent prayer and then slitted. The juice was the spread upon the wounds, as shrieks of the hapless boy echoed in the entrance of the forest. Only then was the spirit satisfied and departed the wretched body of the boy. From then, without missing a day, an offering of a fine meal was laid under the infamous tree to keep the spirit pleases and to avoid trouble.

P.s. It’s a fictional post, guys.


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