Home of Happiness: A Spirit’s Price When grief turns to greed, a once-loving home becomes a gateway for spirits—offering riches, but at a terrible cost. A chilling tale of love, loss, and the price of forgetting what truly matters. Sarah and Abigail were sisters—close as breath, yet different as dawn and dusk. Their children, raised under one roof in a grand, old house, knew laughter and comfort in abundance. The family called it the Home of Happiness, a place where every corner held warmth, where holidays bloomed with music and memories. But everything changed when Sarah died suddenly one winter evening. The light seemed to drain from the walls. Her death cracked something deep in Abigail’s soul. She clung to Sarah’s memory, spoke of her constantly, and passed her belongings down to the children, hoping to keep her sister’s presence alive through the touch of familiar things. Time passed. Abigail’s children moved away, their lives pulling them far from the house. She remained, a lone ...
Beneath the Neem Tree This story is a reflection of a real place—rooted in memory, love, and quiet moments beneath the shade of a tree that stood for generations. The neem tree at the heart of this story was no ordinary tree. It was a well-known, evergreen beauty—gracefully spreading its branches and standing as the tallest tree in the center of our courtyard. Planted by my grandmother’s father-in-law, it became a living witness to family life, childhood joys, and the passage of time. Though the tree is no longer there, its presence lives on in the memories we carry. In the heart of a noisy, fast-growing city stood an old house, and in the middle of its courtyard grew a neem tree—tall, proud, and deeply rooted in both soil and memory. This neem tree wasn’t planted by chance. It was placed there by my grandmother’s father-in-law, many decades ago, with care and intention. Over the years, it grew into something more than just a tree. Its wide branches spread like arms embracing the house...
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