SILENCE
- The child heard the mother crying. “I don’t want to see this girl.
- Let her die, I really don’t care” It was just born a few hours ago it decided not to drink the milk.
- Not finding a mouth the milk ran down the mother was happy in a way.
- The child decided to leave quietly, Fate was against the little one it brought a traditional medic.
- An hour spent in making syrups dewdrops of steam were collected.
- The child’s lips were forced open droplets of boiled medicine’s breath dropped into the mouth gently Brought out a ferocious hunger.
- The hunger for food, hunger for life ate the child and it screamed milk flowed from the livid mother the body survived with a fuming mind.
- The ferociousness of the angry bird lived in the child and became a persona a person of immense sorrow and burden a guilt for being born a woman.
- Guilty thoughts build intricate complexity they teach the mind to see patterns the cross cut layers of psyche bare open to an intellect trained in anti-thoughts.
- The mother was a prey of her pain the multifaceted brain now realized.
- Women need not be anxious at all they are the foundation and origin.
- Wars create slaves and slaves learn that to become emperors they need strategies the woman is strategic and full of plans she complements by building civilizations.
- Her house is the miniature kingdom She lays down rigid rules of behavior the state is built upon her houses she endures heavy weights of ideologies.
- She has kept away from public space To maintain the establishment of civilization.
- She has to realize that this domestic life Is her gift to human race and mankind.
Written By- Dr. Sridevi Selvaraj, (Chennai).
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