The Horror of the Burari Mass Hangings

The story begins when he was 11 years old. My grandfather had just passed away on a Sunday morning and my father being the eldest son in a Hindu family was busy performing his last rites. That night, I saw my grandfather come in my dream saying something which I can't recall clearly. A drunk man entered the premises and was creating a fuss. While my uncles were busy driving him out, my aunt suddenly screamed from inside the room and called my mother. She gasped while she watched me in my sleep, repeating the German word for get out. The thing that was so unbelievable was that the only person who knew German in my family was my grandfather. However, this instance was a mere