Grave of Money

"I never wanted to be too big. I always wanted to be a normal person. Surprising but true, that was the hardest." 

That is what was written in the last letter. These great men do not like the words of the rich. It seems hypocritical. No one could realize hunger by living an aristocratic life all his life. 

The author of the letter passed away last night. I was called to take him to the family cemetery. 

I now have the letter with all the things he used. My uncle was about the gentleman. He owned immense wealth. Enjoyed life. However, he did not look for anyone in need in life. Not of ordinary people, not of relatives. 

In the last life everyone left him. He died alone, in a dark night in this huge house. I don't feel too bad. I don't see more rich people. I came because of responsibility. Everyone objected to giving him a place in the family cemetery. I agreed. My responsibility is to put him there.

His son did not come to see her. This guy didn’t flinch when my own dad died. Today I am stuck in the role of an unwanted boy. 

I will manage the ambulance and go out with the body, then a phone call came. 

Phone of the deceased's lawyer. Want to meet me, asked to sit for half an hour. 

I am sitting next to the ambulance and smoking a cigarette. 

One day this man drove my mother out of her house with her child in danger. Today I am going to bury that man's body. 

The lawyer came. Gentleman. After the introduction, he explained the will of the deceased to me. 

This dead gentleman donated all his property before his death. Has all sin been erased? Not at all.

 I refused to take the will. I told him to give it to his son, not me. The lawyer said, "But your name is written in his son's place!" 

I became blind with great anger. I took the body out of the ambulance. I threw it on the ground. I will not take this responsibility.

People are frozen around. 

The lawyer tried to convince me. By abandoning his own son before his death and nominating me in his son's place, he has entrusted me with the responsibility of completing the burial of his body. That is why he has left a special gift for me. That gift is about five lakh rupees. 

If I agree, the lawyer will give it to me.

 I stared with intense hatred. A thought is working in my head. I agreed. I was given a bag. I opened the bag and saw that it was full of money. 

I am leaving with an ambulance with a bag on the side and a body in the back. No matter how much he hates, it is admirable to donate all his property before he dies. But I will take revenge for insulting me with money. 

Being buried in the family cemetery, no one came. There is no one but me and three or four diggers. 

I have done my duty. I have finished the funeral procession. I did everything I had to do. Before saying goodbye, I said goodbye to everyone. I said I will give the soil alone.

When everyone left, I opened the bag. I took out the bundles of money and spread them on the man's grave. 

I covered his grave with money. Then I gave it with soil. Duty is over. This guy turned his back on us after my dad died. For the sake of money, my mother was kicked out of the house along with her children, consuming my father's accumulated wealth all his life. He sold the relationship to money. Lifelong pride with money, ended with money. 

I feel light. It's raining a little bit. I walked towards the house.

 The grave of an unfortunate rich man was left behind.