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The baby was lying next to
her. She saw him smile only once and
after which it is all his silence. She
didn’t cry, she could not cry, she was exasperated with the pain of her labor. The
piercing feel in her lower abdomen because of the shrinking of the uterus
killed her, but what slaughtered her more is the fact that there is only lose
after her pain. All the warmth of her
heart could not bring the heat back to his boy’s body. He lay still as just a body.
It was a century back she lived in the same
planet and the same nation and the same cunningness of epitome of heartless
rulers. Since then nothing has ever
changed not even the proverb ‘change is the only permanent thing’; what has
changed is the numbers in years, type of destruction of this planet, names of
the nations, and style of cunningness.
He was laid to sleep in the
breast of the earth. Not a sip the baby
has drank from her breast. She sat in a
room locked with her bare breast covered just with cotton piece of cloth. There was a rule laid for the women, who are
not born in the cult of the rulers, not to cover their bosom; the height of
cunningness and harassment against the women. The food that she had to keep her
womb healthy made her a healthy mother to feed her new born baby. Now that her part of his soul has gone to
take rest in the bosom of the mother earth she has nothing to do with
hers’.
‘O! Mother earth feed by baby for he might be
hungry now’ she cried.
She cried and cried and
cried. Her cry made her neighbours to
shiver, it made a shock in their spine for she kept quiet and numb even when
they carried her baby from her. The fear
that she might ask them to bring him back made them too cry.
From her healthy breast the
lactic hormone secreted the elixir that keeps the baby strong rest of his
life. The mother longed for the tender
lips to suck her lips and drink the milk that she nurtured. The fact that he refused the milk and were
eating the mud plunged a dagger in her breast.
She wanted to dig him out and breast feed once but what use does it
brings, he cannot drink. The milk from
her breast wetted the cloth she wore and drenched the floor she was laying.
‘Dear Mother Earth, take
this milk to my son’ she prayed and kissed the floor.
The night has gone and the light
has come. She woke up in pain that the
milk that secreted has become the stone that almighty has thrown on her bosom.
In the pain she walked out from her room and went out to get some light that
could warm up her body and soul.
Forgetting the rule that she should not cover up her breast, she covered
her breast with a piece of white shawl that kept getting wet because of the
white color blood that oozed out from her nipples.
No, she didn’t forget the cunning rule but she didn’t want to show her
leaking bosom that his son has not seen.
She walked like a dead body on the road when it was the time for the
royal brutes to cross by. People on the
road, of her own cult, shouted at her to but nothing entered her ears. She walked in silence, mourning.
The
rattling sound of the horses that crossed her stopped and a cruel animal
sitting on back of a silent animal jumped down looking at her covering her
breast. He stopped her but she walked
crossing him in trance. In anger he
whipped her from back. The pain brought her to reality. She turned with her wet eyes and breast. She saw the animal looking her breasts; he
looked at her breast as a piece of meat he could eat. He asked her to remove the cloth so that he
could see her. She looked into his eyes
and said no. He whipped her again. This
time she showed no pain in her eyes for the pain in her breast is heavier that
the whip splash.
He
came near to her to pull her cloth from her shoulder and he did. Animals over the humble horses surrounded her
and laughed chanting comments about her body.
She stood in the middle with her bare breast with pain.
A
drop of tear and few drops of milk from her bosom dropped down to the
ground. She looked around her people who
stood helpless. She felt pity about her
cult, and she knows if this wear to continue there would be more people in her
cult born with bent spine. She stopped
the one who whipped her and looked directly into his eyes as if to burn him
down to ashes. He was startled to look
at the woman with a fire in her eyes. He
took out his whip to slash her. She
stopped him by holding his hands. He
realized that she was stronger than him.
She dragged him close and took out the sword from his scabbard. Realizing the danger he stepped back from
her.
She
laughed loud. ‘You spineless animal, yours are not eyes but the wounds of God. All
you need is just this flesh!’ She raised
her sword to the sky. Everybody around
her stepped backed in fear. She looked
like a lioness that lost her cub.
‘Take
this home and eat this cooked’ she shouted to cut her paining heavy breasts and
threw it over the animals stood around her and fell down to the earth. Nobody moved an inch knowing not what to do. A young lady who watched this from the window
of her home came out with her bare breast.
She walked to the dead women and collected the shawl that lay next to
her to put it over her breast. She also
grabbed the sword from the woman lying dead and splashed the one stood next to
her shouting ‘kill these animals…’ none of the animals left that place alive
from the crowd that thrashed them into pieces.
