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).