The cremation ground

The cremation ground
BANG!!
BANG!! BANG!!!
THUD.................THUD……..THUD……….THUD
WHAT??? OKAY YES GET THAT IT’S THERE
CHANGE FAST…. We are late
These words and noises were my morning alarm on the day of July 15th. I draggggggggggggg myself out of bed, open my bedroom door with a squeaking sound, poke my head out then look left and right. My mother runs past me, looks at me
Mother: Go back to bed, you don’t need to get up until 10 am….. I will call you, just be ready then
I then saw my aunt walk past me calmly moves forward to kiss my forehead.
I stop her to ask, can I come now
Aunty: Dear go to bed, I will come get you later when everyone is at the cremation ground
The CREMATION????? GROUND???????
Struck me there and then… It Was the day First time at a cremation ground To witness my uncles body being burnt
I sat in bed impatiently Waiting…..ing….ing….ing for my phone to RING
Finallyyyyyyy my mom calls
Why my uncle left………. God only knows
As I near the duthe
There wasn’t a breath In that land of death
I hurried, horror-driven
There was a fenced off park at a distance, some ruins and shrouds on the nearby Cypress tree to the right stood the stupa a graceful slim pointed structure
Right in front lined colorful tents with people in it very Q U I E T
Beside