Sin

She opened her bleary eyes when the cat, all seven pounds of squirming flesh, climbed onto her belly. Squinting into sunlight streaming in from the open window,S he discovered that she was now a weary possesser of a pounding headache, and at some point had managed to lose both a tooth and a spouse.

Slowly she lifted her right hand, it felt heavy. Then she raised her left hand to support her tired body, but couldn’t because a deep red bruise was sneaking at her from the corner of her elbow. After a lot of courage she went to her kitchen to find a little of turmeric and applied it on her bruise. She slowly moved and sat in a chair nearby with a broken handle. It all started on the eve of Sunday near beach. You could see a man running with a blanket and some food being chased by a dozen of people shouting

“Thief!Thief!”

The man continued to run glancing behind after every passing minute and bumped into a police officer.

The police officer takes the man by his hand to a nearby police station but suddenly rain starts to pour down and the man slips out of the cold hands of the police and rushes to his home with the blanket and food still clutched to his chest.

Walking as fast as possible he reaches his house which is made of mud walls clad with a thin plastic. He is greeted by his shivering wife and hand overs her the food and covers her with the blanket but he is held by his left hand by a stern looking police man. He shoves him towards the police van. He protests, she protests, but they fail. The man is brutally thrown in the police van and the wife in the house by a brutal push leading to a tooth break and there she sits soaked with pain on the only broken chair of her house.

She has to do something. ’But what’ is the question which is hovering her mind. She decides to go to the police station. She gets out of her house and takes a ride on her husband’s cycle to the police station with the blanket and food still with her. Finally she reaches the police station.

Slowly she walks into the entrance, barefooted.As she entered she could hear loud cries of a person as if he was being beaten up by a whip. As she went closer her fears grew as it was her husband’s voice. She ran towards him and covered him. The constable stopped.

“Nobody will touch him. Beat me if you want to. I am the one he stole for. I am the one he ran for. I am the one he committed the sin for. Don't we have the right to live! The government entitles us to it but not our destiny. We will have to steal and we will steal. When your stomach churns for food and you are blue with cold and have nothing to warm yourself, you will have to steal!This is why my husband stole. And he didn’t steal any jewles or gems but a simple blanket!”Said she with rage throwing the blanket on floor with tears of frustration in her eyes.

“The police just saw what he did but not why he did it. Sir,we have to think every second of how will we survive in the next second. And if needed we will steal! The sin should be eradicated, not the sinner! Dare anybody touch my husband!”shouted she and took her husband in front of all the dumbstruck police officers with tons of badges on their uniform to a world where now she would be fighting to be alive.