A wizened
body, moving across the green field, her bare arm clasped around vessel but
heart’s solidity what crumbled her world. She tried to stop the storm of tears
with palm, why was she supposed to remain alive, while there is no one at home who
awaits her. Two months ago, they ostracized her from village.
“But
I don’t have son.”
“Then,
our folk will perform rituals.”
“Woman
is capable of running errands all alone, rest of her life, but not-strong-enough
to go to her man’s funeral, is it?”
Panchayat
stoned with her utterance and passed the judgment.
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