Vol. II. Issue. III September 2011 - The Criterion: An International ...
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www.the-criterion.com <strong>The</strong> <strong>Criterion</strong>: <strong>An</strong> <strong>International</strong> Journal in English ISSN 0976-8165<br />
“Wait. How did you know that the sound was the voice of your daughter? It is not possible to<br />
know the sex of the child by that time.”<br />
“I have indeed heard the voice of my daughter. I can never go wrong on this. I can make out<br />
from the softness of her voice. Moreover, only a daughter’s voice can be so heavy and pleading.<br />
I was feeling very light- I was overwhelmed. Again the same pleading voice came sweeping-<br />
Don’t bring me to this world. Don’t let me suffer in this system from birth to death-Please heed<br />
to this request of mine, my mother. Maybe you are imagining that you will be excited with the<br />
surreal and amazing presence of this doll made of flesh and blood. Maybe you are thinking that<br />
through me you will chant some mantra and breathe life into the drying buds in the soft branches<br />
and make them bloom again. But I am suffering, my mother, the ground under my feet is<br />
trembling. It is all going down. Dear mother, where will I put my feet and stand straight? How<br />
pathetic is her voice! How painful her words! Streams of tears were flowing down from her eyes.<br />
In that haziness I could see- there was no bed, Pradipta was also not there-no walls, no floor, no<br />
room. I could not make out if there was the sky, the earth or even the mountains. I could only see<br />
that my daughter standing alone- only my daughter was standing. I put my hand forward<br />
longingly -to see her face and her smile. I wanted to embrace her and hold her close to my chest-<br />
to kiss her face and her body. I remembered everything that I had imagined after I realized she<br />
had taken her place inside me. But what is my daughter saying? What is she blabbering? My<br />
darling- please, come to my lap. I screamed. It appeared as if the moon let a silver stream flow<br />
on her. <strong>The</strong> moonlight was shining on the body of my daughter. I saw, I indeed saw- Snigdha’s<br />
voice started trembling. Streams of tears were flowing down my daughter’s eyes. She did not<br />
even stretch out her hands. Her lips were trembling in making an effort to speak but only blood<br />
was coming out of her mouth- blood started coming out of her eyes, nose, face, legs and arms-<br />
her whole shape became a pool of blood. What is this that happened to my daughter? I was<br />
impatient to ask everyone and felt like waking up everyone from sleep. But how could I say?<br />
Who was with me? Slowly my daughter disintegrated before me. <strong>The</strong> walls came into existence;<br />
the windows, the floor and the bed – everything was put into place. Pradipta turned in his sleep. I<br />
was sweating profusely. I though of waking him up. But I resisted because I thought he will<br />
advise me to sleep and stop dreaming. I was lying in that half asleep state. Pradipta got up after a<br />
while-took a glass of water from the table and drank it. Perhaps, he was not aware that I was<br />
awake. After a while I felt a bit cold. <strong>The</strong> cuckoo’s voice could be heard from the mango tree on<br />
the garden behind the house. I realized that the sun was going to rise soon and I had decided by<br />
then what I needed to do. Snigdha was silent.<br />
Suddenly there was pin-drop silence in the small court room for a while. Snigdha’s parents had<br />
lowered their heads even more as if they were engrossed in deep prayer. Pradipta and his friends<br />
were also sitting with their eyes to the floor.<br />
“So you put an end to a human life in your own sweet will just because she pleaded with you.<br />
Will you kill Mr. Mishra or even your parents if they asked you to do so?” <strong>The</strong> lawyer fighting<br />
for Pradipta put forth this argument after a while.<br />
“Never, why must I kill people? Are you suggesting that I have killed my daughter? I loved her<br />
dearly but why couldn’t anyone do anything- neither me nor anyone. Why did I feel that my<br />
daughter was suffering from abject pain? Who inflicted that pain on her? How could she not find<br />
<strong>Vol</strong>. <strong>II</strong>. <strong>Issue</strong>. <strong>II</strong>I 289 <strong>September</strong> <strong>2011</strong>