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She walked few steps up to the silent river which flowed on the outskirts of the village.On a chilled afternoon she took out a coin from her carefully tucked yet crumpled saree ,that she had probably hidden away from everyone while they were busy in the morning chores.
In the kitchen ,she breathed heavily through the dense pungent smoke of the small handmade stove that burnt with coal,the "chulha" which had been there since ages,burning and burning quietly like her. Although it got few splashes of water to cool down after the cooking was over,unlike her who never got to breathe even her own air.
For decades she had been the same, wrapped in the flames of agony and despair,yet she had remained ablaze within.
Her hope for the final quenching had been vigorous since years and she sincerely followed this routine every afternoon,when every member of her family was away.

She flinged the shining coin,the only treasure of her hope and life into the nearby river and watched it till it got submerged.

It reminded her of the old fables and myths which said," Always fling and offer a coin to the flowing river,it gives us new hope and saves us from every wrath in life". She awaited for the miracle to happen.

Her song echoed through the nearby trees and the wind carried it to faraway distances.

" Which way I choose ,O! My Lord!,
I hath lost myself in the storm,
companion of my path sits oblivious
of my pains and aches
that make me frost.
Beneath the icy cold skin,
my heart burns in endless flame
bruised I stand and walk again,
as the world watches me
from their doorstep...
Will there be ever a hand to hold,
which shall lend me a support,
I limp and smile,
every minute,
even if my wounds are open and sore.
O!Gracious one,I await,
the moment magical to happen,
when the world would know
of such anguish
and speak for me with great fervor."



arabinda's picture

Beautifully drawn the

Beautifully drawn the life-story of a common Woman.
Thanx .

Soumya Vilekar's picture

Thank you

Thank you Prof. for your kind words and Iam really thankful the story could reflect the truth of a common woman and you felt the intensity. Its satisfying to see, that you,who have worked in the interiors of the country ,could see the portrayal as real.

Best wishes,

SSD's picture

...And, she writes profoundly!

Dear Soumya,
First, congrats for being on the 'spotlight' platform at World Pulse -- indeed, your post deserves such an honour !
I do not know how to love this post for obvious reasons punctuated in the silent pauses and full-stops of a woman's life -- you have written with both raw and ripe nerves in blood-laced visions - echoing a martyred and resurrected 'she', who, forms into a pattern, then silently disintegrates -- but, would always rise like a phoenix -- for, she is a woman who shall ripple across the air.
...And, your writings burn the fire in many eyes - certainly I value your brand of ink !


Soumya Vilekar's picture

Iam humbly touched

Iam humbly touched by your expressions Shaheen. You put more life into the feelings and the character of the woman,which gives her a more definite outline.
I love to know that the story brings out the silence and the turbulence,the surrender as well as the will to fly high above in different as well as simultaneous phrases.This is the story ,a picture of every common woman who lives quietly through the upheaval and carries on her life with a hope and a dream.
I just noticed that the article is in the SPOTLIGHT, I feel honoured and more humbled that my simple words and articles are resonating with the voice of every woman and echoing in every direction to be heard and listened.
Thank you very much for your wondrous wishes,

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