“What should I do when
there is nothing that I could do?” He wailed helplessly, and the sea howled back
with turbulent waves one after the other lashing angrily on the shore, on that
overcast monsoon morning. He yelled, but his cries were sucked up without trace
by the constant sound of beastly waves and the howl of the incessant wind. He
went down on his knees and punched his fist on the wet sand in anger and a feeling of wretchedness. The sea continued to roar its tumultuous vitriol like buoyed
by his plight.
He was swept
over with disgust and wrath- like an epic scale. When all that
he could do was watch, and watch in utter helplessness, like a mute spectator,
a lone eunuch in a harem! He wished he could seize the situation and
pluck her out from the infestation; bludgeon the maggots which feasted on
her, and like a child does with care to a cocoon- cup safely in his closed
palms and run farther and farther away from the beasts and the interminable selfish
world. A pearl not cared for and it’s worth unnoticed. He felt a deep
pang incessantly hammering in him.
If only
one could go back in a time machine! He wished.
In a suspended state
of self-inflicted denial, perpetually fooling her and the people who wished her
good, she was hoping to conjure a feeling of goodness and quiet; of love and
harmony. Few human beings would refuse to be plowed down by life like her,
and still not be disheveled. Well, at least in appearance. The wounds and
the scars of these years were well masked. The outward gaiety and exuberance
were a decoy the courage and the clarity of thought was sublime
and not seen in many. The pleasantness in the face and the pulchritude was unmatched.
Yet the fact remained that what shows on
the surface- the placidness was a facade meant for the world, the world
of callousness and unholy curiosity.
