Mi kōkai [or Undisclosed]
Mi kōkai [or Undisclosed]3 mins 408 3 mins 408
"And sometimes ignorance is even harder to deal with than deliberate evil."
― Ryū Murakami, In the Miso Soup
He vehemently screamed and gasped for air. It was melodiously relinquishing to her ravenous soul. It ceased after a while. Silence embraced the room. Pushkarini had butchered her husband with a sickle for a heinous crime. Her conscience shrieked, as she kept hacking and throwing away that scoundrel's tainted flesh. Her pulse was steady and her mind clear. She wiped the house clean, covered Moosa's skeleton with straw, plastic and reeds. She fastened it with ropes, attached the frame to 2 mutually perpendicular logs and clad it in old clothes. Pushkarini planted Moosa's scarecrow in the paddy fields outside their home and bathed. She cooked meat and rice for the orphans residing in the temple. She wore a new saree and emboldened her body language. She went and fed the children heartily before entering the local police station. Pushkarini confessed her crime and entrenched her guilty plea by presenting the bloodstained weapon. When enquired about the body, she guffawed and burst into laughter.
"It's in the village, Inspector sahib."
Taken into custody and interrogated over the course of a week. The investigation yielded no result. It was in vain due to Pushkarini's utterly disjointed state and thus, supplied erroneous information. Female officers sanctioned from the city inflicted 3rd degree torture but her maddening roars and ghastly eyes shattered them. The SP in-charge assured her that sentence reduction and asylum was possible on grounds of insanity. Overjoyed, she enunciated in a voice belonging to death itself. After the trial, Pushkarini got admitted into a correctional facility for mentally unstable offenders.
On a full-moon night, she gazed into the sky and let nostalgia wash her bones. A fortnight ago, the solitary light of her abysmal life, Bodhi hanged himself while she was in the market. The police found no note, instance of foul play or cause for a 10 year old committing suicide.But Pushkarini knew - Moosa, her second husband whose 'love' for his step-son had sky-rocketed in the past few months. 5 days before his death, she had witnessed the gruesome scene from her window. Both were stark naked while Bodhi was down on all fours desperately crying for help. But Moosa held his mouth and continued raping him. This was the "physical love" the boy had reported to Pushkarini, who had dismissed it as mere cuddling. When she tore into the room, blood and semen were trickling down Bodhi's trembling legs. She screamed, but Moosa put her in a stranglehold and threatened her to shut up. She embraced her weeping son and put a blanket over him.
They left for her fraternal home where Bodhi met his demise. Pushkarini returned to Moosa's house after the funeral and plotted to expurgate the Earth of the very Devil who had violated her poor child's body. One day when Moosa was getting ready for work, she served him a cup of tea laced with carbolic acid and insecticide. 2 hours later, she cleansed his flesh with lukewarm water. Marinated with turmeric powder, chopped ginger & garlic, and onion paste, she cooked the meat to a tender texture. Now, it resided in the village's sewage system.
And the rest, as we know it folks, is history.