Death perhaps is the most evident and yet the most shunned part of human life. People tend to avoid mention of it in their discussions in regular life, let alone living near the dead or visiting them. Even in a considerably modern city like mine, finding a companion to visit a cemetery is not very easy, never mind going there at night. Therefore, for preparation of this story, which was supposed to be an assignment, I decided to reach South Park Street cemetery at 11 pm, alone, and stay there for the night. However, due to the turn of some events, I reached some other smaller, yet equally infamous graveyard and decided to explore it instead. Due to my previous idea about the dead, and living one's careful disassociation with them, I did not hope to have any living company in the graveyard at that hour and my assumption remained unchallenged for the first half of my stay there. At the beginning of my night at the cemetery, I, as an expression of my excitement, visited each...
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