We now remember those smells of nightfall, on the mud track lined with thorny bushes,
when several night ghosts resided in bushes. Those made their ghostly food from the night.
As our bullock cart proceeded toward the night the bells tinkled in rhythm in bullocks’ necks drowning the dreadful shrieks of the ghosts.When the stream would appear, the bullock’s bells stopped clanging for a while when pale ghosts resumed their shrieks from their bush homes.
We hugged mummy’s belly wondering how the bullock fought its belly-fear when the bells stopped clanging in the darkness.