In the
corner of dimly lit and smoke filled hut, Rani was struggling to boil a broth
before her parents came home tired and hungry from the field. The firewood she
picked in the nearby wood was damp generating more smoke than fire. Her eyes,
red and burning with nose running, the young girl of 13 persisted in her
efforts to ignite the flame. She felt her lungs would burst by the repeated blowing
through a narrow cylindrical bamboo pipe.
“Akka
(elder sister), can I help you by blowing the pipe? You look worn and tired,
“asked her brother Babu of eight years. Though lean and short for his age, he
was agile and his eyes shone brightly.
‘No, I don’t need your
help. Open the door fully for this oppressive smoke to escape. Get me the hand fan
from that corner. Amma was using it last night. Take the chimney lamp as it is
dark there,” replied Rani.
Babu gave her
the fan and sat by her side meddling with the slingshot in his hands. The boy
and the slingshot were inseparable.
Emaciated
and bony, she was tall for her age giving an impression of a young woman. Her
unkempt hair that had not seen oil for long and her ill-fitting faded clothes subdued
her well defined features. Her mother stopped her from school after she came of
age. The school was two kilometers away in another village and the kutcha road passed through an arrack shop.
There were a few incidents of harassing young women in that desolate stretch.
Babu alone attended school.
The broth
was almost ready. Seeing Babu aiming at a cockroach in a corner with his slingshot,
Rani shouted,” Babu, you are with that wretched slingshot 24 hours of the day.
Can you not put it aside for a while? You have got addicted to it.”
“Akka,
unless I practice daily my aim at distant objects will not be accurate. Do you
know I got the first prize in a competition held with my friends in school?
Watch me aiming at the cockroach in that corner.” Taking a pebble from his
pocket, he hit it on the first attempt. Clapping her hands and hugging the
young boy, Rani said,” I am proud of you. But you should spend only limited
time in practicing. You must study well and come up in life.”
“Akka, I
will study well, help you in your chores but please do not stop me from
practicing. I beg you, akka,” pleaded the urchin.
“No you can
play with it in the evening from 4 to 6 pm. I am ordering that you should keep
it aside after that. Otherwise I will inform dad who will break your slingshot,”
she threatened the boy.
Babu made
faces at her and ran away with the slingshot in hand and pebbles of assorted
sizes in his trouser pockets
The 12x12 room
was all the area in the hut doing the duty of living room, bed room and kitchen.
There was no running water and the common well a little away served their water
needs. The folks in the village relieved themselves in the open fields under
the cover of bush or rock or the banks of canal. The women generally went in
the evenings in groups of two or three after the sunset when it became dark but
not very late while men went in the mornings. There were complaints that some
men on cycles from other nearby villages making catcalls at lone woman. There
was a funny incident of two men accosting a frail old woman defecating in the
open around 8pm mistaking her for a young woman and ran away when the old woman
yelled at them.
It was a
week later on a Sunday, Rani’s dad brought from a fair in the adjacent village
a large bagful of groundnuts and chikki
(bars made by mixing nuts with gur) to the glee of children. Two days later
Rani was having slight pain in her tummy and drank some potion in the morning
made by her mom.
Seeing her
lying on the floor for long, Babu asked her, “Akka, aren’t you well? Shall I go
and fetch amma?”
No, no, not
necessary. I will be fine tomorrow. Do not tell her anything. Both of them
would be tired after a day’s hard work,” she told him.
Around 11
pm that night, she felt an urgent need to relieve herself. Not wishing to wake
up her tired parents who were fast asleep, she gently rose from her mat taking
care not to disturb Babu by her side. She did not go far into the fields afraid
of evil men and sat by a bush. There was a slight drizzle and moon was covered
by clouds. A few minutes passed when she heard a shuffle of feet behind her and
before she even got up to run, a sack was put on her head that covered her up
to waist and two men lifted her like a bundle. Her shriek from inside was
muffled.
The two men
happy they had their quarry finally in their hands for their merriment walked
carrying her towards a pump shed a little yonder. Hardly they took a few steps,
one of the men dropped the sack when he was hit by something hard as if a
lightning had struck on the back of his head. He fell down unconscious.
The other
guy, confused at this unexpected development and unable to bear the weight of
sack, dropped it and looked around to see what was happening. The next moment
he wailed in pain and shock as something hard hit him between the brows with
blood gushing out and making him giddy as he also. fell down.
As the sack
was not tied at the mouth, Rani came out wondering at the miraculous happening
when she heard,” Akka, come away quickly before they get up.”
When she
saw Babu with slingshot in hand, she surmised what had happened. “How did you
come here? I came without making noise and making sure you were asleep.”
“Akka, sorry,
when I saw you getting up, I closed my eyes pretending to sleep. I followed you
and was hiding on the other side of bush. When I heard your stifled scream, I
sized up the situation and chose the biggest pebbles. They were like cockroaches
and the aims were perfect, akka, though from a distance and in the dark. I knew
I cannot afford to miss. Come on let us hurry home,” he said as he walked along
with her proudly.
It was a
week later when Babu had his birthday, Rani presented him with a packet wrapped
in glittering red paper. When Babu opened eagerly, he saw it was a nicely made slingshot
unlike the home made one he had. Jumping in joy, he hugged her and . asked ,"Is your order that I play with this only in the evenings holds good now?"
Rani joined him in the laughter.
Lovely story of sibling affection. The most beautiful thing us that we can live the story as we read.
ReplyDeleteHmmm..Expected twist taking away the suspense.!☺👍
ReplyDeleteOne of the best I have read in recent times..very intricately woven with a story line that is unfortunately so common place..an ordinary sling shot is churned into a marvellous narrative - hats off to you for this
ReplyDeleteAs you built up about the women having to use the fields in the evening after dark and the boy’s aim with the slingshot being good, i could literally see you weaving the plot! The best thing in the story is the sibling’s affection for each other. Vasudha.
ReplyDeleteI never expected the sling to be so useful...nicely woven story.
ReplyDeleteExtremely nice story. Your narration of the love between the sister & brother, the description about the house they were living & so on is so vivid one can visualize the scene. I admire your way of writing. வார்த்தைகள்அப்படியே அருவி போல கொட்டுகிறது. Simply superb.
ReplyDeleteThe education system and the society ( includes family) should help a kid to identify the kid’s hidden talents to sharpen it up. Academic success isn’t everything.
ReplyDeleteNice story
You create a visual story, Enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteWhen I began to read your tale, there was a fear and uneasiness in my mind as we hear so many horror tales these days. How exquisitely you have ended the story ! Beautiful and clever too!
ReplyDeleteKids play to learn. That was brought out well in this story.
ReplyDeleteDestination Infinity
Beautiful story of rural India. So full of dangers for young women/ girls.
ReplyDeleteLucky for Rani Babu was around. Beautifully told Sir.
Very nicely written KP! Little brothers are so precious they dare at the gundas for protection of their big sisters. Reminds me of several childhood incidents by my own little brother. Thank you for the reminisce.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and heart warming story. This is the first one of your stories I've read... fully intend to read them all
ReplyDeletefor the first time ever i knew what was in store reading the first few paras!! :D
ReplyDeletePaasa Malar brother and sister.
ReplyDeleteLovely story, nothing like having an adorable brother, somewhere he becomes more of a son down the life journey!
ReplyDeleteHeart-warming
ReplyDeleteKids no longer play and hit targets with catapults. Sadly a lost art :(
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