…And They Walked (Part II)


Have you missed the first part? Read HERE!

The security person at the cemetery looked quizzically at them.

“You want to take photos of those graves? Abhi toh andhera honewaala hai. There’s not much to do and, it is not allowed to roam around after dark. 
“Aare, bhaiyaa, we will be right here in a jiffy…just 30 minutes or so, keep this and have some tea till we come back”. Sanjay squeezed a hundred-rupee-note in his willing hand. He didn’t look much happy, though, still, nodded his head in approval.

“Make it fast…it’s not a good place after sundown”, he winked.

As soon as the five entered the graveyard, a gust of cold wind rushed towards them. Mid-November in this quaint, hilly town meant winter had settled in with all its paws out. The sun at the distant was trying hard to keep its rays alive, but with the cardinal sky already poked vehemently with black blots…darkness was approaching, surreptitiously.

Payal shivered even under her pullover.

– Hey, guys, let’s go to the right side, there are several old stones there, standing from ages, get them clicked and close this. She said.

Why? Are you still afraid of the dark? Darkness has a charm of its own, my fair lady,  let it unfold the mystery underneath, Aryan commented, almost philosophically.

Payal made a grumpy face and was about to shoot something, but Sangeeta intervened.

– Did you people observe the eyes of the security guard? The scars on his face deepened by the wrinkles has given it a bizarre look, moreover, he has such repulsive eyes, it seems he is seeing through! She said with an aghast.

– Now, stop all this nonsensical blabbering and please proceed. The guard might have thought that we are here for some other purpose. Sanjay chuckled, maybe to fulfill some prurient curiosity…that’s why he was staring at the girls. 

He started laughing. Everybody joined but one. She grimaced.

– Well, I think we should get divided into two groups so that we can cover the whole area. We can share the pictures with each other later. I’m going with Payal and Arpita, right side is ours…. you and Sangeeta take the left. Aryan said.

– I think Arpita needs a lot of assistance as she is operating the DSLR for the first time. Don’t you think it’s better she comes with us? Both of us, Sangeeta and I, are quite experienced. Sanjay said in a casual tone.

– Well, of course, Arpita said, don’t mind Aryan, I prefer to go with the other gang. 

– I think in that case, I should join Aryan and Payal. It will be even better then …. you can show her all the basics and tricks…

Sangeeta started walking towards the right, where the derelict gravestones stood to welcome some uninvited guests.

The four stood still for a moment. A thin air of uneasiness was hovering over, somewhere. Then Aryan said,“okay then, we will meet right here in thirty minutes, good luck everyone”. 


Aryan was busy looking at the marble stones placed in the front of the tombstones. He was searching for some interesting epitaph. The dying daylight formed big shadows, darkness was extending its clasp. Crickets were buzzing from somewhere behind the dark distant corners. Their monotonous hum being the only perturbance in the silence. The big trees began to cast bigger shadows devouring the last light of the day.

Twenty minutes had passed and, Aryan had already clicked some 50 shots. Payal was standing just behind him. She was not feeling comfortable at all in that eerie ambience. Something was disturbing her from inside. She was cursing herself for joining this silly shenanigan. Aryan was just laughing seeing her watching her back every now and then as if she was being followed by some invisible, intangible creature and, was about to aim his camera to catch her doing that, then, just at that moment, the silence was broken by an eerie, blood-curdling scream.

The camera dropped.

With an ashen face, Payal was shivering like a dry, scattered leaf. Gathering the last drop of her courage, in a hoarse voice, she could only say,” where is Sangeeta?” and, fainted.

Sangeeta was nowhere around.

(To be continued….)

78 responses to “…And They Walked (Part II)

  1. All I can say is you seem to be an expert on so many subjects. Just love your writing and descriptions. Every word draws a picture and not the other way around. Stay Blessed!

  2. Hmmm Maniparna, very creatively etched out, the scenes and developing plots, it is indeed powerfully building up…Suspense are always suspending of thoughts, the setting matters in story and you have beautifully set the minds haunting, the eyes of the guard to the eerie silence and the imminent darkness and the rising element of tentativeness within the group, the fear and the focus of taking the scene in the fractured light is never at art or a a craft it is about holding onto one’s nerve…

    You have dropped the curtain at the right stage, audience have enjoyed the appetizer are hungry for the main course…waiting with baited breathe…😀

  3. “Darkness has a charm of its own, my fair lady, let it unfold the mystery underneath…”- Khub e impressive kothabarta toh!😛
    Ei re, mone hocche kichu ekta jor kore badhano gondogol, jaggey dekhi ki byapar :-))

  4. After a long long time I experienced having goose-bumps. A particularly like your selection of word to convey the story, which made me feel as if I too am standing beside Payal and staring at the surroundings.

    The best part is, “Picture abhi baki kai.”

  5. As you know about me that I can’t wait for the end for a long time, I ain’t reading it now. Eagerly waiting for the concluding part. And please take your own time to write it. Don’t be in a hurry like last time. All the best.🙂

  6. Oh no .. and we start the wait game again..

    Spooky. . I don’t know why people want to play or joke or whatever .. With something that they don’t know anything about.. the other side..

    It is not good ..let’s hope sangeeta is ok…

  7. Mani,

    I missed the first part but I feel that it was a good thing. Got to read both of them together😀 But still, I’ll have to wait for the next.😦 You better post it soon and not take a month.

    You know I have been to a cemetery which was built by British dating from some 1907 or 1870 or so, when I was in college. At 2 am in the morning with some 6 friends on 3 motorbikes😀 Probably I should write about it, cos something interesting did happen,lol.

    Have a good day!

  8. Unfair! You made us wait for a month for this part, now another month for the next!

    Captivating tale! Wondering what will happen next.

    Loved the sentence, ‘Darkness has its own charms’! I totally believe in that. People are scared of dark, because it reflects the abyss in their own souls. Everyone has a dark corner hidden somewhere deep within. Ek baar palat ke to dekhiye… there’s nothing as beautiful as darkness as it hides all the imperfections and covers everything in a velvety innocence. Absorbs all hues and returns none. Like Shiva, it absorbs the poison and becomes Neelkanth. May be that’s why, the ‘White as Camphor’ Shiva preferred to become dark as night. Karpurgauram karunavataram…

    So, the wait begins for the next installment…😀

  9. A good write up and the right build in the first part… Wonderfully carried. Waiting to see what the dark has to unfold🙂

    • Actually, Robin, these are typical Indian names and it’s very likely to get confused for you🙂 Not your fault at all… I can understand. Arpita was there in the first part, there…she has bought a new DSLR…the story starts with her…🙂

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