I was 12 years old when my mom's brother passed away due to kidney failure. My whole family had to go to my grandmother's house for funeral. My Mom's brother was a very kind and selfless and had Helped many peoples in difficulty. Also my Grandfather is a well respected politician of the city so a lot of mourners had gathered at his funeral service. He was found dead In a hotel room after consumption of liquor. His body was removed by police and had to undergo postmortem. To specifically mention his death happened on the day of Ekadashi (Maharashtrian festival).
All members of family and friends had gathered at the funeral and the scene was sad one.
After the funeral all our family members had gathered at my grandmother's house and were discussing our happy times and stories about mama (mom's brother). My mom had gone into kitchen to bring us some food. As soon as she was gone a clear but transpernt figure of a handsome man opened a singular door of main gate to the house systematically as if In a style and walked into to a narrow lane inside the compounds (a by lane designed such that maid should go directly to the kitchen) and walked toward the kitchen. We could see the man clearly through the window of the house, all the people got up in horror as they saw my MAMA entering the house and going to kitchen. All the people in the room were surprised at his appearnce and we all thought that we were hallucinating. And stayed in the rooms as usual talking as if nothing had happened. After fifteen minutes we realised that my mom was missing from the scene and grandma went to see why she was so late. To her horror she saw my mom sitting transfixed on the dinning table as if listening to someone. My grandma took some water and sprinkled it on her face and she woke up in a startle.
Some time after my mom regained consciousness she told us that her brother had walked into kitchen and had a little talk with him. He (mama) told her that he had come to say a last goodbye and complete a promise he had just made before his death in a phone call to my mother.
After this to this day my mom has never seen him again but my grandma tells us that he sometimes comes to see her or his daughter on special days such as her birthday or her daughters birthday or on Ekadashi.
And mind it guys I am writing this today and realize that it's a Ekadashi. (Belive me guys, I am not kidding or did this deliberately, it just occurred)
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