A few days with a
ghost
Chapter 9
While Stella was
lying next to me , a fragrance attracted me towards her. It is believed that
female deer spreads a fragrance to attract its mate. For a while I thought we
were Adam and Eve and we were the only living creatures in the earth. I heard
voice of God ‘ Don’t eat the forbidden fruit’. Then another voice I heard
‘ eat the fruit and enjoy its sweetness’. Thus we were punished by the
God and were pushed to the earth. Though we were punished for eating the
forbidden fruit , we enjoyed eating it again and again.
‘hai, what are you
thinking? about your ghost lover? she said.
“It would be a
national integration if I had married a girl of another state other than of my
state. If I had married a girl of another cast or religion I will call it
integration of cast or religion. At any cost both would have drawn
criticism both from my family and society” . I was wondering
‘what ?’
‘I was just wondering how it would be if a child is born to us,
an extraordinary union of two beyond cast , religion and nation.
’The child could take its own nationality, religion or cast’ she
was very clear. No confusion or
disorientation.
‘If every one in India opts for that there won’t be any cast
clash,religion hatred and a new country would be born where people could stay
without religious or cast prejudices.’
‘Are you dreaming to build up your nation at my cost’
‘Such is the case ask all your friends to go around the
world and produce as many children as they could and bring them to India so
that the young generation will not have any cast or creed'
‘don’t be so hard’ she cried.
‘Are you raping me, or making love’
‘Is not raping an offence in your country’
I fell silent for a while as I could not answer her
immediately.
‘If I tell her that so many rapes happen in India and the law
enforcing agencies and politicians blame the dress habits of the girls, and leave the victims only to suffer, what she
would think about my country?’ I thought.
‘ya yes, but honour killing is not a crime’
‘what do you mean?’
‘If we were in India we could have been killed and they would
have named it as honour killing’.
‘ I don’t get it’ she said.
‘In India, certain cast or religion do not accept inter cast or
inter religion lovers and they may even go to the extent of killing the lovers
for the sake of religion or cast’.
‘oh! I am scared’ she cried.
I dreamt of changing my country which will never happen.
That is why knowledgeable persons say “you want to change this
country ? hei, think of your future and go out somewhere and look for your
living rather than making some futile exercise”.
Seeing me engrossed in thought, she hummed a song.
‘spanish’ I asked.
she nodded.
‘liked’
‘ya,nice music’
‘did you understand’
I nodded my head, in a typical Malayalee style who never admits
ignorance.
‘ what is it’
I smiled at her sheepishly’
‘ it is about butterfly , which flies aimlessly with its
beautiful wings and perishes . but in its short life it adds beauty to
the nature’. Her Spanish breed made her more beautiful
She lied on my right side resting her head on my right shoulder
like a child.
I watched her for some time before drifting to sleep.
A few days with a ghost. Adv. Janardhanan
venkiachalam
continues
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