Stories Without A Conclusion
The topic on which I’m going to write is something that I’ve kept postponing as I myself is a little puzzled about the whole matter. Vettekorumakan temple inside my illam, sarpakavu, Narasimhamoorthi temple, poojas for Brahmaraksas, Thekkekunnu (where the dead bodies of family members are creamted)… There are many places near the compound of my house that are mysterious. Each of these places has a numerous tales to speak out. However, in many of these places, only family members are permitted. So outsiders are not much aware of what is happening inside. Even in some places like thekkekunnu, females are not allowed to enter. Therefore, when outsiders say that they saw figures resembling the deities that are worshipped inside, it is truly a matter to wonder.
“I saw a dream yesterday. I was standing in front of your illam at night. I could see the front door opening. From there, a dark stout man with a beard came near me and told me,’ Don’t worry. Everything will be ok. I’m always there with you”- when our servant, who is an Islam follower told this, I was enthused to hear the whole story. He confirmed it is Vettekorumakan, our family deity, who came in his dream. It can be called as an infatuation of a cancer patient. But one thing is sure, after this dream, his health has improved rapidly.
Another story as told my father is an incident he had seen directly. A couple of years back, when my dad and his cousins where sitting near the gate of my house at night, a man in cycle was going towards our illam. After a few minutes, he came back sweating and shivering. When my dad and uncles asked what the matter was, he pointed towards illam and told, “I saw a dark man with so many dogs. I’m scared. Can anyone please accompany me?”… They understood the matter. He was carrying meat with him. Also the description is exactly that of Vettekorumakan. My dad asked him to throw away that packet. The man did so and went through the same place and did not find anything scary.
It is believed that Gods will roam around at night. Because of that, no one used to sleep in the verandah of my illam. Once, a relative of mine slept to know the reality. At night, he woke up and saw a person standing near him. It seems that person asked him why he was sleeping on ‘the way that I travel at night’…
I’ve just narrated only three of the stories. I grew up hearing many tales like this and the first story I told happened only one month back. You can call it miracles or fascination of minds depending on your faiths and beliefs as I’m still searching for a conclusion on this…!
