Peace

I can still hear the deafening boom, the complete silence after that, somewhere
a mother wailing, she had just sent her son to the grocery shop. Running around the heaps of legs, torsos, hands, she like a scavenger sifted through the pile.
What she got left her numb no cries, no words, a total calmness, as if death itself has enveloped the earth. A fleeting image of a child she saw through those hazy eyes, the first day after hours of labour she held her son. It looked all this pain was worth the effort after all she was lost in an ecstasy. Then she followed his each milestone her heart swelling with pride as he grew up. No hardships were too big for her as one look at him would make her forget it all. But today what had she to live for. Where are those little fingers which she kissed when they hurt? Where are those little feet which scampered around her? Oh where, Oh where, is he my son she wailed? With heart rending cry & a mad frenzy she again sifted through the heap. What are you doing I asked? Sorting & separating the Hindu limbs from the Muslims she answered, for isn’t that what they want to save the one from the other. But look here at all the blood, how do I separate his from all these.

Contributed by Simmi Vasu, Head-Content Development, Resdtech