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Something I wrote a while ago. Do you like it?




What seemed like a normal sunny April day for most people was not so for the Biswakarma family. Screams liberated by Mayadevi in the old shed near her house filled the atmosphere nearby with confusion and curiosity, and, in Ram Bahadur’s case, sudden fear with a bit of anticipation for what may have happened. Mayadevi was Ram Bahadur’s wife who had gone to the shed to milk the cow. Unaware of why she was screaming, and yet with a slight hunch for the obvious, Ram Bahadur dropped his tamakhu, which he had been smoking, and with the greatest speed that he could muster, shot into the shed, only to find his wife on the straw covered floor writhing in labour pain. Mayadevi had been pregnant for eight and a half months which made it quite predictable that a new life was soon to begin, for the one who was about to enter the world, as well as for the couple.

Ram Bahadur and Mayadevi Biswakarma had been married two years ago. They had merged their difficult lives, knowing that it would be difficult to manage a family under their economic constraints, but also knowing that they would somehow manage and that the union would bring some happiness in their lives. Happiness they had got, but economic prosperity had still eluded them. Ram Bahadur worked in a zamindar’s farm. He had given his sweat, blood and tears to bring good harvest on the farm of paddy. The zamindar honoured his dedication in terms of praise and trust, but not money. And so, money was what lacked in the Bishwakarma family.

Her screams seemed to be increasing in intensity every passing moment. The hospital was too far away and so even if Ram Bahadur, with all the strength in his body, tried to take her there, it would be too late. So, seeing no other option, Ram Bahadur went to call on his neighbours for help. As a poor man and a so-believed low-caste one, he found it very difficult to persuade anyone to come and help his wife. “Why should we help you Dalits?”, retorted Hari Narayan, the Brahmin who lived next door, “Just imagine what shame it would bring on me, and how God would punish me if I went to your house and helped a man who is untouchable.” “Now get out of here before I call the villagers and get you kicked out of the village."



2 blog comments below

Nicely done Codegeek. Very well written. Also interesting .... is this going to be a short story or a novel? Cool
deanhills on Sat May 04, 2013 10:21 pm
Thank you. Yes, that was my intention when I wrote it. I have written two parts so far. The second part is in my blog posts as well. I think I will continue this in the future, when I have some more free time in my hands.
codegeek on Sun May 12, 2013 5:24 am



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