Near the house of my grandparents in Mumbai, there was a giant mango tree that never bore fruit. Beside the tree, a tulsi plant that my religious grandmother used for her morning and evening Puja.
On the eve of a full moon, she went about performing usual offerings and prayers when she heard the branches of the mango tree shake violently. Thinking it was just some animal, she ignored it. However, the shaking stopped suddenly, followed by a child’s moaning. My concerned grandmother decided to investigate the sound.
Never in her entire life had she seen a horrific scene. A beheaded child was hanging upside down on a branch of a tree. Terrified, she ran to the house and related her dreadful experience to her relatives.
It was only then that my grandparents heard the story of a child who was beheaded by jealous relatives beside the mango tree. The next day, a priest was called to perform rituals near the tree. After tying a red thread around the trunk, the priest instructed them to cut the tree immediately.
The ghost of the beheaded child was never seen again.
On the eve of a full moon, she went about performing usual offerings and prayers when she heard the branches of the mango tree shake violently. Thinking it was just some animal, she ignored it. However, the shaking stopped suddenly, followed by a child’s moaning. My concerned grandmother decided to investigate the sound.
Never in her entire life had she seen a horrific scene. A beheaded child was hanging upside down on a branch of a tree. Terrified, she ran to the house and related her dreadful experience to her relatives.
It was only then that my grandparents heard the story of a child who was beheaded by jealous relatives beside the mango tree. The next day, a priest was called to perform rituals near the tree. After tying a red thread around the trunk, the priest instructed them to cut the tree immediately.
The ghost of the beheaded child was never seen again.
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