Kundan

I am Kundan. This story is from when I was nine years old and had gone with my mom to her village for my grandfather's death anniversary. As soon as we arrived, my mom and grandma started talking, and I took the opportunity to go outside. I had heard a lot about this village from my mom and was very eager to see it. But everything felt strange; there wasn't a single person in sight for a long distance. It felt as if our family was the only one in this village. Just then, I heard my aunt's voice. She said, "Kundan!" I asked her, "Hey, Anu auntie, where were you?" My aunt replied, "I was at work and just got back. What are you doing outside? Come on in." I said, "Yes, auntie, I was just looking at the village." My aunt said, "You can see it in the morning. Come inside now." I insisted, "Please, auntie, I want to see the whole village." My aunt replied, "There's nothing worth seeing in this village." I said, "Auntie, there must be something! Just take me a little ways, please." My aunt said, "Don't be stubborn and come inside." I insisted again, "Auntie, let's go! Just to that garden in front, please!" My aunt said, "No, I told you not to be stubborn and come inside." I said to my aunt, "Auntie, please, let's go! Just to that garden in front." Would you like to know what happened next?

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