A Tremble In Her Womb

And the day came, as they say, when it became harder to remain tight in a bud than the risk it takes to blossom!

“Mamma”, the young girl screamed with happiness as she ran into the house with a trophy in her hand. As the innocent hands of the kid felt the cuts and grooves of the happiness she received, Maria ran her hand through the hair of her little child, the irreplaceable trophy of her life. And it was a fearful competition with the world as audience and no one to cheer! The bud that she nurtured sacrificing her love and life.

Flashbacks started slamming her inner memories and piercing the tear glands to secrete. But tears feared to compete with her today. Never did she think that her destiny would be this rude. Never did she feel her emotions turn so crude. Never had she expected, in her short life, a tremble in her womb, with which she fought. She stayed alive for fifteen years, until through her own blood she had to dive. Everything was picture-perfect with a combination of infinite love and silly teen tantrums. Until that one day, as her life took a rapid turn and then it was never the same anymore!

And suddenly she started being aloof from everything; the food she craved for, the family she loved, the friends she found and the tantrums she made. Days passed in silence and bareness, as she realized that her monthly ‘illness’ failed to arrive. When her mood swung north to south, when nothing remained in her tummy, when she felt dizzy in her heart, when she knew all was not picture-perfect, she called out, “Mamma..!”

As she waited for the reports with utmost restlessness and unexplainable fear, the papers spoke the truth. And as said, truth is always bitter and all her nightmares turned to reality in a snap of a finger, a reality which she hated and prayed not to be true. As the doctor revealed the truth, her mother screamed with shivering voice and hands, “why, dear, what?” Her mother felt helpless as her piece of pride defeated her soul! ‘Papa’ she whispered but the world sealed her voice and dreams.

“Today’s kids, you know!” doctors slammed.

“What kind of up growing did her parents give her?” neighbors commented.

“These kind of girls are a shame to our society!” priests announced.

“What have you done with dignity of our family that our ancestors built with care?” her family shouted.

Behind the doors, locked with herself and her truths, she said, “My angel, you’ll step into this world and bring the change that your mother wanted!”

Everyone spread numerous different tales, but her version had a million little flairs, an untold tale she kept hidden as a bud trembled in her womb. She kept the secret within and avoided the taunts she received, to create a new life, to make a bud blossom. The revenge was on and the birth of her bud would be the perfect punishment for the culprit. As her mother cried, “Dear, you are just fifteen. This world won’t let you live with a baby inside. Let’s give it back to God, he’ll take care of it.” And with grit and courage, she said, “I’ll keep the bud. I know that I’m blowing the last candles off. I know the road I’ve chosen would be miserable. But Mom, you’ll be proud of me one day when you’ll know the truth, the bitter side of every tale!”

Little did her mother know that feeling that was scribbled on her walls.

I had dreams to conquer, goals to accomplish,

I had nightmares to overcome, memories to relish,

I had a family to love, voices to renounce,

I had stories to narrate, silence of anger to shriek!

Innocent were my actions, too naive,

I wished, for once and for all, that you would save.

When hands of security turned into a beast’s,

When blood and relations became the feasts.

And thus she waved a final goodbye to her family and kin, she was not alone, as she took a breath for two souls to live. Nothing ended, hardships followed. With each thorn that pricked her soul, her revenge transformed into a crime!

At 12:00am midnight, she screamed with pain and helplessness. Surrounding her they stood and said, “Don’t touch, she is impure!” Alone at the hardest times, she bore the pain and brought in a new life, a pure breath, an innocent soul and a blossoming bud. Revenge was done and regret covered the villain, her father! Thoughts crawled into his dreams, and dreams crawled into realities, and realities started being a part of life.

With the trophy in her hand, she shouted again as their car came to a halt. “Grandma!”

And from under the grave, near her ancestral house, he started shivering. Death lost before the power of revenge as the new bud said, “I wish Grandpa was here!”

She smiled. Her mother smiled. And a hundred little stars who knew the untold version, the tale with a million little flairs.

Once, words and voices utterly failed to speak,

Now, let the loud silence do the ultimate shriek!