C3 Yamna River Cemetery

I asked my aunt what it was. But she stammered and stammered for a long time without being able to say anything. In the end, she said, "Forget it, when your Second Uncle wakes up, you can ask him yourself."

I asked my aunt if I could release him first. You can rest assured that I can handle him.

Aunt nodded and didn't say anything.

After receiving the key and opening the iron cage, the two of us together carried out the Second Uncle.

It was unknown how long it had been since he had a bath, but Second Uncle's body was emitting a terrible stench.

After entering Second Uncle's bedroom and placing him on the bed, I had the time to size up his room.

Although this is my second time coming to Second Uncle's house, it's still my first time entering his bedroom.

How does this room describe it? There was only one word that could be summed up: luxurious.

Although I don't know much about this country, I know that in India there are only Heaven and Hell, either the rich or the poor.

It was obvious that the Second Uncle was the wealthy type.

But to my surprise, there was one thing that didn't quite match the layout of the room.

On the opposite side of the bed, there is a altar table with incense and other items on it. One can tell that it is offering something, something very similar to our country.

Directly above the altar hung a painting.

The things on this painting were very strange. They said it was a monkey, but it didn't seem like one. They said it wasn't a monkey, but they couldn't think of any other animals.

The animal was covered with long reddish-brown fur, soft and sparse, its face square, its eyes bright.

The only difference between it and a monkey is its face.

I'm a little confused. What the hell is this? Why did the Second Uncle offer it up?

In China, there was the legend of the Five Wild Xian`er in the Northeast. People did have these things to offer, but was this thing also popular in India?

I was about to ask my aunt when I heard something behind me.

Turning around, he realized that it was Second Uncle. His lips were dry and cracked, his face flushed red, and both of his hands were placed on his chest as he panted heavily, struggling to sit up.

I quickly supported the Second Uncle, signalling for him not to get up, so that he could lie down and have a good rest.

My aunt told me to be careful not to get hurt by him.

The Second Uncle was already like this, how could they possibly hurt others?

In order to solve this problem, I hurriedly asked him, Second Uncle, what happened?

Seeing that it was me, the corner of his mouth slightly rose. He only said two words: Looking for Samit …

After he finished speaking, he fainted again.

No matter how much I called him, he wouldn't wake up. I saw my aunt's tears fall with a "bada bada" sound.

Samit? I quickly thought of the name in my head. It sounded familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

I remember now, isn't this Samit the middle-aged man that I gave him the "Divine Oil" last time?

As soon as I thought of this, I took out my cell phone and checked my address book.

Thank goodness I still have Samit's phone number.

After the call came through, a voice asked me what was the matter.

Due to the urgency of the situation, I simply said a few words and emphasized that the Second Uncle wanted me to go find him.

Samit said that he wouldn't be able to come here right now, so he asked me to take a few pictures of the Second Uncle and then told me to go find him as well as leave him with an address.

However, this address was not the same place as the last time. After asking my aunt, she told me the exact route.

Since she needs to stay at home to watch over the Second Uncle, I have to go.

To prevent any accidents, I once again put Second Uncle back in his cage.

Before I left, my aunt said she would get me something to eat, something simple to eat first.

I think it's true that I'm a bit hungry, so I'll just take a bite or two.

When it came, I knew it was just a bowl of yogurt.

However, I find it hard to accept that there was cumin in the yogurt...

My aunt said that she put cumin in the yogurt to increase the shelf life.

I said okay, in order to respect her work results, I drank a bowl of cumin yogurt, belly half full left.

The address that Samit gave me was at the "Yamna River". According to the location, it should be by the sea, so I didn't know what he was doing there.

After searching for four hours, he finally found a place.

But when I arrived at this place, I was stunned by what I saw.

This was a seaside place. On the banks of the Yarmna River, there was a small plot of land. The ground was littered with black gauze and dirty feces. From time to time, a stench would drift over.

There were four people on the shore, two middle-aged men and a middle-aged woman. Beside them stood another old man who was wearing something similar to a priest's attire. He was holding a book and reading something.

And the fourth person, I recognized with a glance, was precisely the Samit I was looking for. At this moment, he was bent over, messing with something by the river, and as his line of sight was obstructed by him, he wasn't able to see anything clearly.

When I got there, I was surprised to see that there was a funeral going on here!

In front of Samit was a wooden frame, and on the wooden frame lay a four or five-year-old child, whose body was covered with a white cloth.

The child's eyes were closed, his dark yellow skin revealed a hint of paleness, while the two middle-aged men and women beside him were wiping away their tears.

Seeing me come, Samit nodded, telling me to wait.

To tell the truth, I've never seen a dead person in my life, and I'm especially afraid of funerals. If I knew earlier, I wouldn't have come looking for him.

Since he was already here, he could only sit on the beach and didn't dare to look in that direction.

However, the more afraid he was of something that he didn't dare to look at, the more he couldn't help but want to look at it.

Samit placed some unknown strange things on the child's body, then took out a piece of yellow paper and placed it under the child's head.

After doing all this, he signaled the middle-aged man and woman to come over. The two then kneeled on the ground and bowed. Samit placed the wooden shelf into the water and pushed it away.

The middle-aged couple should be the parents of the dead child. Right now, they were crying even harder than before.

It didn't take long for the wooden frame carrying the child to float away with the sea.

Samit stood up and gasped for breath, as if he had been relieved from a heavy burden.

I approached him and asked him what he was doing.

Samit's answer made me shiver all over.

This, he said, was Delhi's most famous baby cemetery!

Then he explained to me that it was a Hindu tradition that babies under the age of six should not be cremated but buried in water. Today, the tradition has attracted considerable opposition from Indians, and a court has specifically ordered an end to the practice, but to no avail.

He said that the man with the book was "Naval," a well-known local imam whose job it was to preside over the burial of infants by water. He had worked here for ten years, putting the remains of three or four children every day into the dirty waters of the Yarmna River or burying them there. The Yamna is India and one of the dirtiest rivers in the world.

By then, the middle-aged man and woman had already left. The imam walked over to see me without saying a word, then took out a few rupees and passed them to Samit.

Without question, this business was definitely recommended by Samit, and then the imam would give him some good fees.

I didn't want to understand too much about the water burial. After all, it had nothing to do with me.

Hearing the end, Samit's brows knitted even tighter.

Finally, I took out my phone and showed him the picture I took of the Second Uncle.

After Samit finished reading, his face revealed a look of disbelief, and he stared blankly for a while before swearing in English, Damn, why didn't you say so earlier? Your Second Uncle is in big trouble!