The posts
made here are purely out of my imagination and the stories have extensively
modified, and edited to create drama and entertainment. All characters and
events depicted in this post are fictional, and any resemblance to persons
living, dead, or fictional or situations past, present, or fictional is purely
and completely coincidental.
Dear Reader,
Please pardon my errors. I take it for granted that
being human gives me the authority to err. Cannot help it! I wasn't born smart!
I was naturally oblivious to the ways of this world when I was born. I am only
lucky, that no one has yet robbed me off my soul. There is an unending bout of
apathy around me, which is now bursting at its seams. The insouciance needs to
be addressed at the earliest, because what is happening around me is
WRONG!
On a clam an uneventful Sunday evening, my telephone
bell rang. The news delivered was of my ailing granny. My heart wrenched, and I
wanted to reach out to her immediately. I quickly grabbed my bag, wore my shoes
and scurried out of the house. I stopped suddenly! The events on last year’s day
of Rakhi, brought waves of unpleasantries to my mind.
Which brother would invite his sisters on the blessed
Rakhi day to be brutally flogged just to offer to keep their mother with
them? Gripped by a fit of rage, my uncle with all his might beat his
sisters ruthlessly, almost sounding them the death knell. The event left a
lasting imprint on my mother and aunt's minds. My mothers’ patience and
presence of mind reigned at the opportune moment, when on regaining her
com-posture she clicked images of herself being brutally hurt in the eye by the
heinous devil, in his house itself (where the event occurred).
Shaken by the turn of the event, the sisters retired
home. We urged them to complain to the police, but that would only steep
problems for their beloved mother who willed to reside with her only son. A
black eye, cracked rib, swollen arms and legs went unattended for days in the
attempt of sparing their mother.
My mother used social media as a tool to bring to
light the brutalities she and her sisters encountered. The posts were well
received initially only to fizzle out, like how a soda looses gas on opening
the bottle.
The three justice deprived daughters had given up
hope on meeting their mother inspite of living just a few blocks from each
other.
The day the telephone rang delivering this unpleasant
news, the girls hope of seeing their mother was renewed. The daughters were
scared, but sure-footed and rushed to see her at the drop of a hat. Her
diabetes was dipping. The Doctor on call was not really certain about her
health. There were many grey areas that needed to be addressed.
Situation and relation between the siblings had
strained enormously after rakhi. It was on the tip of my mother's tongue to
tell her brother to admit their mother to the hospital, as she did not look so
well. My grannies swollen feet had another tale to tell. But my mother remained
tight-lipped about the same all the time. Stating anything that would go
against my uncles’ whim would cause even more friction and my granny’s health
to deteriorate. The current strain in relations saw my grandfathers’
predictions of a broken family unfolding to reality.
In the hospital a cold war continued within the
sibling, uniting the sisters once again. Perhaps my uncle didn't really care
about his mother. My Granny revealed startling and gut wrenching facts in her
sleep. Her sub conscious mind loudly spelt of the stresses she suffered during
her stay with my uncle and his wife.
Age had crippled granny, and my uncle only lusted for
the money and property that my grandfather had left behind, in her name. Even
in the situation of dire emergency the man left his mother alone in the
hospital on the very first night of her being admitted.
Quite unused to the new surroundings my granny
panicked not find her own people around her. On learning about this the next
morning the daughters took it upon them to ensure that their mother was taken
care off. Also this proved that my uncle didn't seem to want her. His
conversations with the doctor were dismissed with a casual air, because even
the doctors knew that the sisters took care of their mother while she is still
there.
Activists propagate 'Love green save green.' Only wish, they propagate
the same with the appropriate rendering and connotation to the word
'green'.
