The Belief
- Maliny Mohan
(Continued…)
' Why Lova, Why?'
Lova muttered in between helpless sobs,
‘ The devil. It kicked me a lot, Ma. It kicked me a lot’
Buja had an implicit smile dangling at the corners of her mouth. It has happened yet again - A
blood stained death to a blood stained inception. Buja wondered at the tenacity of the belief that
stained rooted over the years. She awed at how it stayed preserved amidst neoliberalism and modernity - safe in the manipulative hands of the midwifes or further yet, in the amateur quivering
hands of the young hapless mothers.
In Lakora, wasn't belief all that mattered ?
Buja caressed Lova's restless locks as fresh strokes of pride blossomed on her cheeks. Her grand
daughter had just saved them from a havoc.
“Visitors” by Vivek Kapoor