The heritage homestay by the sea was seldom occupied. Most guests who came here were either not able to cross the state borders before nightfall or had to make a halt due to an emergency. Johanpal, the owner, did not actually care much as long as enough guests kept trickling in to pay the salary for his staff. It was not easy for him to retain the employees of course, for the stretch of beach on which the solitary haveli (heritage mansion) stood, was believed to be haunted.
The haveli was his ancestral property. Johanpal could never understand why his great grandfather had decided to build this beautiful structure in this area more than 120 years ago. The seashore had been the site of a great battle once, between the Rajput soldiers and invading forces. Unfortunately, the cavalry of valiant Rajputs could not keep the marauding invaders away, and had been mercilessly slayed.
For as long as he had known, the beach was known to have seen strange sightings – while some people said they had seen flickering lights others claimed to have heard sounds of horse hooves. The last, he knew, was true. In the last 40 years, Johanpal had himself seen an unearthly vision a few times. On a full moon night, the sea shore had turned into a surreal site – he could see a team of horses, their silvery white bodies glistening, waiting on the shore, looking towards the sea. It was as if they were waiting for their masters, the brave soldiers who had lost their lives, to rise up from the waters, and unite with them again. Every time, he had seen the magnificent ghostly animals, it had left him with a feeling of strange sadness.
It was a full moon night again. Johanpal and his family were grieving the death of their beloved Pomeranian, who had died two days ago due to a sudden illness. They lovingly called her Queen, for she ruled the hearts of everyone in his family – his wife and two sons. For Johanpal, Queen was like his young daughter, and he was finding it extremely difficult to cope with the grief of losing her.
As he stood on the terrace looking towards the sea, after many years, he saw the horses again – waiting endlessly for their masters. Then suddenly, he could make out a little figure, darting from the seashore running fast towards his home. As it approached the building, he could unmistakably make out the little form of Queen. She stood below the terrace looking up at him, wagging her tail tirelessly as she always did. Then, in an instant, she was gone, and so did the horses.
Johanpal then realised that death had not snatched away Queen forever, she had probably appeared to make him understand that. As he climbed down the stairs to share with his family what he had seen, his heart had already started to heal.
Lovely as always Sudipta!
You are amazing with words. Such a beautiful story! I loved reading this and will continue to read more from you!
This is such a wonderful story. You write so well! I look forward to more.
Loved reading this, really great story and we’ll written.
This is such a beautiful written story, it makes me want to walk along the beach and check it out for myself.
Wow, you’re such a good writer!
A great read for my afternoon coffee.
Captivating and intriguing, you are such a good writer.
Goodness! What a lovely lovely story! I am always feeling as though I can sense loved ones who have passed! I’d love to catch a glimpse though!
You’re a lovely writer, I quite enjoyed this story.
you have such a lovely and incredible way with words. this is such a wonderful story with so much emotion.
Wow! This was incredible and definitely got me in the feels. You are a wonderful writer
Never thought death like this way. Nicely written post. Enjoyed reading it.
Great story! You always write such captivating stories!
Wow this was super powerful and thought provoking!
Such a beautiful and well written story! you are amazing with words! i wish i was too!
This is such a good read. I enjoyed reading it!
I really enjoyed this story. Such an interesting piece. I look forward to the next.
You caught my interest right away with the tale of the haunted beach. This is my kind of reading material and I’m now a fan of yours.
I am very glad to hear that despite Johanpal’s losses, he realized that death did not mean that they could not still live forever in his heart. So beautifully written, you truly have a way with words.
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