A MURDER THEY OVERLOOKED:-

A MURDER THEY OVERLOOKED:-

Real world was too ugly for them both. Real world was too fake for them both.

‘You’ll get rid of the burden, won’t you?’

‘Finally, you’ll be out of the sin.’

‘Narrow escape.’

‘Next time may be.’

Her thoughts were filled with those statements which felt like curses from the unborn. She sat there, more comfortably than before, but her heart was racing for some place safe to go for it knew, its home was now corrupted. Sheer emptiness was the closest she got to peace and the numbness of the moment dried her veins.

She no more had to carry load of the tenant who lived in her womb rent free, but somehow she felt it wasn’t where she would wish to live herself. She weighed less but she did not feel any lighter and she was supposed to be free yet, she had never felt more trapped. Trapped in her own cage of helplessness and guilt. A withered emerald leaf landed softly at her feet as she recalled… and as she did that she looked at the leaf thinking, she did not deserve to touch the delicacy of it. She recalled.

She recalled the night she decided to break free and hoped to become a hostess for 9 months. She recalled how that night was different and complete and subtle and serene. She recalled the moment when she somehow knew her life was going to change and she was going to be the reason for a bright little one’s existence. She recalled how she was taken care of even by the penultimate circle of her society. Her lips almost touched a smile when she recalled the moment when her stomach felt the first movement of her inner little extension.

“Why do you want to know?” She asked.

“Why not? Do not act as if you don’t want to know.”

“I don’t. Please. I don’t.”

“What is your problem? It’s just a simple test.” He argued.

“And it is illegal.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. Just get ready, we leave soon.”

Those conversations haunted her mind and she couldn’t get them out.

“It’s a girl!” he said with a voice of disappointment, the doctor.

She looked around and the tears of joy peeping out of her eyes got pushed by those of fear when she looked at all the familiar faces in the room, suddenly going strange. She recalled how her heartbeats suddenly raised and how she was worried about her baby getting affected by her anxiety. The baby she wasn’t even sure would survive.  She recalled how she couldn’t think of a way to react and the moment of terror she faced in that one second. She hadn’t encountered such pain and depression in her life.

“Please let me keep her,” She kept on begging.

“I will take care of her on my own. None of us will ever bother you. I will bare another child if you insist but please, let me keep her.” She didn’t even know if she meant what she said but there was nothing else she wanted from the world, just her daughter.

She recalled the time when they tied her hands and sealed her mouth and spread her legs and how she resisted with all the physical and mental strength she had left, before the anaesthesia forced her to sleep for one last time. Her consciousness was robbed from her and a part of her ironically felt both concerned and relived. She recalled how her soul shivered and her mind died. She remembered the professional look on the doctor’s face as he preceded the operations and wondered how doctors were more than often regarded as Gods of the victim. She recalled how she closed her eyes and with all her intellect left, questioned her God.

An Abortion they called it… A murder, they overlooked.

‘I am happy I left the body before you did, my child.’ She whispered to the young girl sitting beside her. Little hands rolled around her finger.

She sat on the old wooden bench near her grave and looked at all her murderers moaning for their sin. And for the first time she did not cry in a funeral. For the first time she was happy someone died.

Real world was too ugly for them both. Real world was too fake for them both.

Current population of India is approximately 1.29 Billion which was around 1.21 billion in 2011. The sex ratio has increased from 940:1000 to 943:1000 in these 4 years. . According to these statistics the situation is improving but with a snail’s pace. Still, there is a gap of over 42 million in girl and boy child numbers. Where do these 42 million girls go every year? Are we just going to ignore this?

Medically, the probability of a boy child being born is 105:100 that is, 105 boys for every 100 girls. This is believed to be the nature’s way to balance the increased possibility of premature deaths in males. Thus making the ratio to be practically 50-50. The female section is not only an equal part of the society; it is the primary pillar of it. It is the face of kindness and love which I believe, in today’s world, are must needed emotions. To overlook it is not only foolishness, it may prove to be self-destructive.

FORCED ABORTION IS MURDER… of two people at the same time.

-Akshat Vyas