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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 02/22/2013
The midwife announced in the feeblest of whispers in Madho’s ear--his wife, again, had the temerity to bear him daughters, yes daughtersss, she stressed - twice over this time, TWINS, declared the midwife.
He jerked back his ear like he was stung, looked at the press of village folk in the courtyard looking on wanely, ran his fingers over his hirsute brows, scooched his jaw on either side and then into the night sky he peered. In time, he spoke, wild & agog:
“Look up my countrymen at the dark drifting sky. Is it not a most spectacular night--in the wash of a half-lit moon, in the creases of the folded dun clouds, in the quaint cant of crickets and....(he groped)...in...in the breeze, in the lightness of a wispy breeze and....ahem....fragrance....yes... in the still fragrance of the forest dandelions. Is it not ...Is it not the most incredible sight.
People looked up, some mouths gaped & some nodded in approval, some eyes glinted.
So, my brothers & sisters, in the name of god do not aver this to be just another banal night for this is a cosmic, a holy night. And must I declare, kindred souls, like this incredible, epiphanic night, my babies too are beyond the pale of ordinary. They are no human mortals – they cannot be...for their birth is circumstanced in such extra-ordinary tone of nature. Their birth is a big mistake, a cosmic bungle. Thence I vow, I shall unfailingly do my votive duty in abiding by the god’s wish and announce that by the 14th day of their temporal life in this ill-suited earth I shall make offering of my babies either at the foothills of Kailasa or in the depths of Ganges. HARI OM!
HARI OM, repeated the impassioned gaggle.
GODSEND(Dilip)
The midwife announced in the feeblest of whispers in Madho’s ear--his wife, again, had the temerity to bear him daughters, yes daughtersss, she stressed - twice over this time, TWINS, declared the midwife.
He jerked back his ear like he was stung, looked at the press of village folk in the courtyard looking on wanely, ran his fingers over his hirsute brows, scooched his jaw on either side and then into the night sky he peered. In time, he spoke, wild & agog:
“Look up my countrymen at the dark drifting sky. Is it not a most spectacular night--in the wash of a half-lit moon, in the creases of the folded dun clouds, in the quaint cant of crickets and....(he groped)...in...in the breeze, in the lightness of a wispy breeze and....ahem....fragrance....yes... in the still fragrance of the forest dandelions. Is it not ...Is it not the most incredible sight.
People looked up, some mouths gaped & some nodded in approval, some eyes glinted.
So, my brothers & sisters, in the name of god do not aver this to be just another banal night for this is a cosmic, a holy night. And must I declare, kindred souls, like this incredible, epiphanic night, my babies too are beyond the pale of ordinary. They are no human mortals – they cannot be...for their birth is circumstanced in such extra-ordinary tone of nature. Their birth is a big mistake, a cosmic bungle. Thence I vow, I shall unfailingly do my votive duty in abiding by the god’s wish and announce that by the 14th day of their temporal life in this ill-suited earth I shall make offering of my babies either at the foothills of Kailasa or in the depths of Ganges. HARI OM!
HARI OM, repeated the impassioned gaggle.
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