Funeral

June 3, 2018, etched a somber chapter in time, and four days on, the weight of grief loomed large over the impending funeral. The bodies, somberly returned by forensic police, awaited their final rite consumed by flames, a traditional farewell. In the hospital room, Karan, still in recovery, had abstained from nourishment for two agonizing days, his tears flowing freely. Amidst sobs, he vowed revenge, relentlessly muttering, "I will kill them."

His grandmother, a stoic presence, struggled to pacify him, acknowledging the implausibility of his vendetta. "Please, grandson, it's impossible. You'll perish They are trained killers . The police will handle it," she implored, tears streaming down her face. Yet, Karan, fueled by anguish, retorted defiantly, "I don't care if they're trained killers. I'll out-train them in killing. The police won't do anything." Amidst shared tears, his grandmother embraced him, their sorrow interwoven.

At 8:50 AM, Karan's uncle arrived, signaling the readiness for the final farewell. Concerned, he questioned Karan's emotional preparedness. Undeterred, Karan asserted his readiness, exuding a flicker of confidence reminiscent of his father.

The procession reached the funeral space, where grief-stricken faces amassed. The bodies, now on pyres, lay poised for their final journey. Approaching his grandmother, Karan reassured her, promising retribution. As he hugged her, the weight of their shared grief intensified.

Turning to his parents' lifeless forms, Karan pleaded for their wakefulness, his voice choked with emotion. His uncle intervened, gently separating him from the poignant moment. "I thought you were ready, son. Be strong if you want vengeance," his uncle urged, a fire burning in his eyes. A burning piece of wood, symbolic and real, passed from uncle to nephew, initiating the somber ritual.

As the flames embraced his parents, Karan vowed silently, resolving that this would be the last time he succumbed to tears. He steeled himself, determined to avenge their deaths, swearing to spill as much blood as necessary.

Amidst the mourners, a man callously laughed, drawing Karan's attention. Fueled by a torrent of emotions, he seized a brick, delivering a punishing blow to the callous laugher. Shock rippled through the onlookers as blood painted a vivid tableau. Karan's uncle intervened, restraining the enraged young man.

The same police officer from the hospital, an observer to this macabre scene, remarked cryptically, "This is getting interesting." Karan, aflame with rage, declared his intent to kill, his eyes reflecting a resolve hardened by the funeral pyres.

The air resonated with sorrow, anger, and an unyielding determination—a symphony of emotions echoing the tragedy that had befallen Karan's world.