He was born on the 15th August 1928, when Mauritius was still a British Colony. His childhood was spent in utter poverty. In 1946, as soon as he turned 18, he joined a local Hindu society that worked for the betterment of Hindus across the island, as a secretary. Whilst promoting the Hindu culture on a national level, he also toiled hard as a labourer to provide for his family.
Years later, the Hindu society acknowledged his works and promoted him to the rank of president of the society, a post which had his utter dedication for many years, until he stepped down, a few years ago, to allow someone else carry on with the work.
He was a loving husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather. The last memory i have of him is the day before he died; we were helping him drink his soup. He held my hand and touched his forehead against mine. We know you are in a better place now, next to your spouse and daughter. And together, you will always keep an eye on all of us.
We love you. Forever and always.
Let me forget all the memories
You gave me.
Let me shed all the tears
You gave me.
Let me heal from the pain
You gave me.
Set me free from everything you gave me.
Few weeks ago, I went on a night fishing trip along with some friends. We left at around 21 p.m. and picked up Cedric, our skipper, on the way. One and a half hours later, we eventually reached a secluded spot on the south of the island. Whilst he went to get his boat, the guys and I indulged in a few beers and got our fishing equipment ready.
By 23 p.m. we were already at sea and fishing. Luck was on our side; we caught a few Bar jacks and a couple of groupers. We were pretty proud of ourselves. Cedric then suggested we find a spot and get a bonfire going and grill the fish. With a dash of lemon and butter, it will be splendid. We all agreed. We got back and settled in front of an abandoned house; beers were going around and the fish was filleted and on the grill.
We were really enjoying ourselves when all of a sudden, somewhere in the bush behind us, we heard “Cedric, Cedric”. We all turned around but Cedric shushed us down. He asked us not to reply, not to peep into the bushes and definitely NOT to shine our flashlights. We were stunned as well as confused.
Might as well mention that, whoever that was, she called out for Cedric twice, very quickly. Couple of minutes later, Cedric explained to us what really happened.
Nishi. Nishi is a spirit that wanders about at night only and calls out to wanderers who are far away from their home. You cannot tell who she is since you only see a silhouette in the dark. She calls out to her victims only twice and if you answer, you find yourself helplessly following her to a spot where she reveals her true form and tortures you to death. And Cedric said that Nishi has been trying to get him for some time now. Every now and then, he would hear a female voice call out his name.
So if ever you are far away from your place at night and you hear someone call out your name twice, in quick succession, do not reply and run. Don’t look back. Just run.
She was broken… Damaged.
And yet, her eyes sparkled with the hope of being loved and cherished.
Only I know how it felt,
Saying goodbye to you,
Wishing I could have held your hands a few more seconds…
Wishing I could have hugged you for another moment…
Wishing I kissed you just one more time…
My love does not rely on situations…
However far away we might be,
Unblemished you’ll find my love to be.
Happy New Year, guys. Wish you all the very best for 2017.
I wish all you lovely people out there a Merry Christmas. Cheers.
Last week, I went on a trekking trip at Le Morne, a cultural landscape. It is also a part of World Heritage Centre due to the immense role in played in slavery and marooning. During the 80’s, slaves used to runaway form their owners and seek refuge on Le Morne mountain, in the caves. And when the owners sent dogs and workers to hunt them down, they would jump from the cliffs, rather than go back to their owners and face punishment which would often be in terms of mutilation or starvation.
In 1835, when slavery was abolished, an expedition of police climbed up Le Morne to let the marooned slaves know that they were free. However, this was misinterpreted as a hunting patrol and the remaining slaves on the mountain jumped and ended their lives.
The trekking itself was not hard to be honest. But it was demanding. At first it is just a normal ascension. But to reach the peak, you need to use ropes and rocks, grabbing every piece of support you can get. And in the scorching sun of December, it was really demanding. A shout out to Div, a fellow reader I met there. The whole trip was worth it; the view from the top is breathtaking. Took a few pictures, enjoy.
P.S. I have created an Instagram account @kulbushanluximon for some intriguing picture sharing.
Don’t think of me all the time
Don’t miss me when I’m gone
Don’t cry when I’m far away
Because, whatever happens, I’ll always return to you.
Eliana was standing in front of the house. The taxi that dropped her was already on its way out of the yard. She could feel the bad vibe coming from the house. The latter was a relatively old house. She walked all the way up to the door and rang the doorbell. Within seconds, Mr. Haran answered and greeted her with a wide smile. “Please come in” he said in his deep voice.
Inside, Mr. Haran and his wife were completing some final checks before leaving for the week end. That’s why Eliana was here in the first place. She was a part-time babysitter. She needed the money to support her course of graphic designer. She dropped her bag next to the main door and sat quietly on the sofa waiting for the Harans to give her the instructions.
“Alex is sleeping upstairs. We have roasted turkey in the oven, frozen French fries and mixed vegetables that I am sure you will be able to prepare. Don’t let Alex watch the TV till late and please make sure that the homework is done properly. You already know where your room is. Alright then…we’ll leave you to it. See you tomorrow afternoon” said Mr. Haran as they stepped through the main door.
The rest of the day went on without a hiccup. Alex was sleeping upstairs and Eliana was watching TV; she could monitor the child from the baby monitor that where placed in Alex’s room and the other one with Eliana respectively. Around 19.00, there was a rustling noise coming from the monitor…Eliana got up and went to check into the matter. Alex was awake and sitting on the edge of the bed.
Eliana sat next to her and said “Hi Alex, I am Eliana…your parents must have told you about me”
Alex said nothing; she sat still on the edge of the bed staring at her doll.
Eliana touched her shoulder gently and said “You hungry? You want come with me downstairs for dinner?”
Still nothing from Alex. So Eliana went down and brought a tray with a glass of milk and some cookies.
Alex didn’t move an inch. Eliana set the tray down on the side table and headed down. She was now really concerned about the kid so she pulled out her phone and called Mr. Haran. “Hey Eliana…any trouble?” enquired Mr. Haran.
“Yes sir…Alex seems to be in a trance or something…she’s been awake for about 1hr but she’s like nailed to the edge of the bed with her doll…she didn’t talk to me or even look at me for that matter! “
“What are you talking about?” said Mr. Haran sounding stunned.
“Mr. Haran? I am Eliana…the babysitter…Alex is your daughter whom you left under my charge before leaving?”
“Alex is my 5 years old son, Eliana!!!!!”
“No sir…Alex is definitely a girl…she has long blond hair and has a doll in her hands.”
“Eliana…What the fuck are you talking about????”
“Where are you?”
“In the kitchen”
“Don’t hang up…go stand by the staircase and call out for Alexandra”
“Alexandra??Who is Alexandra?”
“Just fucking do it Eliana…Don’t ask questions!!”
Eliana grudgingly walked to the foot of the staircase and said “Alexandra?”
To which a girly voice replied “Yes Miss Eliana??”
She put the phone back to her ear and asked “You heard that Mr. Haran? That’s your daughter.”
“Eliana…I want you to get out of the house right now!!”
“ELIANA…GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!!!”
There was a pin drop silence on the phone…then Mr. Haran continued “Alexandra was my daughter but she died in a house fire 8 years ago.”
The phone dropped out of her hand…she grabbed her bag and started running for the door. She stopped abruptly a few feet before the main door. Her disconcerted eyes focused at the door. Little Alexandra was standing right in front of the door with her doll in her hand. As she lifted her head to match Eliana’s eyes…she muttered the words “Where do you think you are going??I’ve finally found a friend to play with”.