Friday, October 20, 2023

The Son’s Birth!

 

 

Why was Vasundhara alone? No, she had a sincere domestic help home.  She picked a time van and journeyed in the time-line to reach thirty years back. Her husband Vasudev was in fact a lovable man, the couple met their needs with a scanty income. They in the desire of a boy, had parented three girls one after another.

Vasudev, a lower grade clerk in a government office, came back home as a cadaver on a scooter accident. Vasundhara’s mind attained utter darkness, because a question mark hung above her life as Damocles’ sword.

 Oh! She recognized the growth of the fourth baby in her womb. Despite the advice from her parents and in-laws, for abortion, she rejoiced at her baby’s soft face.

 Now looking at the three innocent babies between three years and seven, and her neonatal son, her conscience woke up to the post of a domestic help. She hadn’t revealed to others what her job was.

The Time turned its leaves of seasons, Vasundhara’s burden became weighty. The elder daughter got into a four-year Nursing degree course and her sisters followed it. Children’s education period was indeed a chaos for their mother, though bank-loans acted as wings. The daughters and son had really learned the barriers, their mother had to leap over, therefore, no negligence was marked from their side.

The girls are abroad now after the wedding. The son is now in a gazetted position in Mumbai. Each gain she considered as a tribute to her dear husband, who at the age of thirty six deserted her. She rowed in hardships, but successfully reached ashore.

Old age had sent her parents and in-laws to their final abode. Happy though, of late, her mind enters into unwanted apprehensions.  Her son never heeded to his Amma’s* request for finding a girl.  It remained as a headache for Vasundhara.

She was reading the newspaper sitting in the parlour of her dwelling, a news struck her mind- the supreme Court has squashed the writ petition filed by a group of gays for legal acceptance of gay-wedding.

Vasundhara shuddered at one word, she read it once more, her son’s name among the petitioners. She can in no way accept lesbians and gays, then how their nuptial union!

  

 

 

 

18 comments:

  1. Nice story Vasudev did a great job raising and caring for her children I hope she will be able to accept the happiness of her gay son

    ReplyDelete
  2. An intriguing story, full of real challenges and dilemmas.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Excellent. Unexpected suspense at the end.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Interesting poem..... a big dose of reality is refreshing at times. There is no guarantee that children will share the same value system as their parents. This leads to a problematical situation of acceptance or non acceptance resulting in irreconcilable rifts.... Ca c'est la vie ! one can always lose oneself in writing poetry I suppose:) Sorry for being so flippant...I am an irreverent Aussie:).....Rall

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you for the visit. But it is a short short-story, not a poem.

      Delete
  5. Yes, the big "Why?" about that demographic is why blathering about their sexuality in public seems more mportant to them than so many other things. My stepson and a second cousin both chose to throw away bank accounts, in six and eight figures respectively, rather than shut up about sex and reconcile themselves with their parents...My husband really tried, too.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Their nuptial union is okay with me but I hate it when the call it marrying. I believe the Bible where it say one man and one woman. Also it would call this means of living a sin, still sins are forgivable. I had a scooter accident, this lady ran a stop sign and I smacked her car, landing on the hood. I have not been able to back up in time, I might like that. I would like to have been a girl, could that happen if I backed up to birth?
    ..

    ReplyDelete
  7. Lawmakers lacking compassion need to think again! And parents need to continue to love all their children equally, regardless...

    ReplyDelete
  8. I understand ....how mother's always keep worrying....Nice questioning....and how we make our own excuses

    ReplyDelete