Never Forget Me

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If ever I am gone…

Don’t let go of my memories.

If ever this is my last sleep…

Let me dream about you.

If ever I am far away…

Feel me in the rain drops and sun rays.

Just never forget me…

-D.K Luximon


The Church

The Church

It was a stormy night. The wind was howling with all its might and the splashing rain felt as if someone was hauling pebbles from above. Kay was on his way back from work when his car started acting weird. A clonking noise to be precise. The road he took passes through a deserted village. On the right side of the road was a deep drop culminating into a river. On the left side was a graveyard followed by an old church.

Driving through the road, Kay couldn’t avoid having weird and scary thoughts cross his mind. Thieves, pillagers or even ghosts. His focus was awry when a lightning streak shook him back to reality. He applied the brakes and swerved onto the graveyard. However, his brakes failed and he crashed into a tree at the edge of the graveyard. The bonnet popped open and thick steam was escaping from it. Kay got out of the car, locked it and darted for the church. Its doors were ajar and the wooden window shutters were fluttering about under the howling winds. Kay didn’t let his eyes wander about and focus only on the church. Inside, the church was dimly light; a few candles here and there. But it was warm and dry. He sat on one of the pews and rubbed his hands together to warm himself up. He was in a slouched position when another lightning struck and he bolted into an upright position.  The church lit up momentarily; enough for Kay to notice he wasn’t alone in there.

His heartbeat went up a notch. There was a woman in there, with him. She was sitting a few pews ahead, her head bent, as if in prayer.

“This is the house of God”, Kay thought. He dismissed the weird thoughts and walked up to her.

“Hello. I’m Kay”, He said.

But the woman didn’t respond. She kept her head bent; she didn’t even look up at him.

“Hello,” Kay said, again. “I’m Kay.” But this time, he gently touched her on the shoulder. She lifted her head and looked straight ahead and replied with just a “Hi”.

“Are you okay?” Kay asked.

“Yes. Just a bit scared, is all.” She replied.

“Don’t be. You are safe in the house of god.”

And then, out of the blue, there was a loud scratching noise. It sounded as if something outside wanted in. the woman grabbed Kay’s hand. The latter gently patted on her hand and reassured her it might be just an animal seeking shelter from the storm. The scratching noises faded away when the bell gonged to signal time; midnight.

“See. Whatever it was, it’s gone.” Kay said.

“No. You are wrong. Whatever it was, it didn’t want in. It was already in. It only wanted out.” The woman said.

“WHAT?” Kay exclaimed.

The woman was now facing him. Her pale face was in contrast with the dark circles around her eyes. And the blood. THE BLOOD. There was blood dripping from her forehead. Kay stumbled away and fell back.

The woman’s head was now tilted to the right and a snarly grin appeared on her face. She lifted both her arms as if beckoning her companions. And before he knew what was happening, Kay was surrounded by pale people, or dead people if you will.

“Wait…WAIT!!” Kay yelled, as they closed in on him.

“We regroup inside the church at night; where lost and scared people seek shelter.” She said.

-D.K Luximon




Forgive me,
For pretending to love you.

Forgive me,
For making you believe we had a future together.

Forgive me,
For using you only to quench my lust.

Forgive me, he said, as he set her pyre on fire…

-D.K Luximon



The one you forgot
kept you alive in his reminiscence.

The one you left alone and moved on
Stood inert and watched you walk away.

The one you left for the world
Would leave the world for you.

-D.K Luximon

A Tribute to My Great Grandfather.


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.

-D.K Luximon

The Night Demon


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.

-D.Kulbushan Luximon.