KICKED INTO LIGHT


 What a miracle she was!! Waking up at the crack of dawn, before the first ray could find its way flittering through the dense blanket of darkness- she was my Amma. Splashing some cold water on her comely but tired face, she lit the firewood to facilitate a warm bath for both of us. This firewood was a stellar luxury, for the zamindar granted us the comfort only on special occasions. And today was Diwali! 

As she washed her long locks, which were tied in a taut bun, Chutki, my elder sister, demanded to be lifted in her arms. Amma quickly winded up the bathing ritual and rushed to comfort Chutki. The first light that dispelled the darkness of the hut scared Chutki. It had become a routine for her to wake up crying, as the demons of the past brought out their ugly heads in her dreams. 

"Kuruvi…"

Amma's little birdie, that she was, "…we are far, far away from the tormentors. The ghosts of animosity have left for their graveyards." 

Amma clemently brushed aside the dry strands of Chutki's light brown hair. The dryness was an integral part of our living. From dry chalky rice served in grotesque thalis, to labouring on dry land, Amma and Chutki braved all of it. But Chutki could not forget the torch light that shone ruthlessly on her face when the tears had gone dry. Having broken the shackles long back, still she couldn’t distinguish between the harsh torch light and the mellowed sunlight. Darkness soothed her nerves. Light meant an intervention; a barbaric intervention.

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"Apaaa... Spare me... For the sake of the Divine light, just kill me! Throw me. Hit me. But don't allow those devils to pierce me." 

She could never see the mortal face of the demon who evaded her sanctity. The blind cellars could also not witness her apathy, for even a wave of light feared to enter this dark spectrum. Every practical day, Appa unlocked the doors of the cellar to let a gluttonous, drooling monster enter her. Chutki wailed, leapt, but couldn’t run or injure the predator because someone had tied her naked to a pole. Men came, unleashed their brutal fantasies and left as saints. 

Amma and I could never see her completely, when the door opened to slide a plate of rice with some tapioca. If at all there was a sight, it would be that of a trail of blood. The horrendous sight would boil Amma’s blood. Bile rising in her throat, a cry stifled in her confines, my mother would retreat with pursed lips. Amma prayed to her Goddess Bhagvathi that she may never see the stark naked body of her only surviving daughter. She feared the bruises might inflict pain on my survival. I was her unborn hope of survival. 

"Mahadeva, Parvati is again feeling the morning sickness!" An elated Muthashi had announced to my Appa. 

"This time it has to be the light of the family; a torchbearer who will take your name ahead!" Old Muthashi had enough energy to rock a manly cradle for my mother. 

"Chettan..." anxiously weaving her irkal pallu, Amma questioned,

 "...what if this time also it’s a girl, will we.... "

 Thud!! 

A tight, muscular slap reverberated in her ears. The word girl made an obnoxious monster out of a drunken Appa. The one he had borne was traded and battered on occasions of sublime poverty. 

Chutki was his source of income. She brought home the oil to light the lantern. She fed hungry bellies and greedy desires. 

The normally docile Amma felt a kick within much before a time. The lousy circumstances lying drugged in front of her ignited a desire to kick them aside. She felt the kick again, and this time she did kick the drunkard stigma called Appa, to walk out in the darkness of the night. She gently kicked open the blind cellar doors to wake up Chutki and clothe her with dignity. The backward rural lands of Vararoor saw the firm receding figures of Amma and Chutki moving towards daylight. I happily swayed inside Amma’s proud belly.

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"Today is Diwali Kuruvi! Wake up my birdie, for the sky is beaming with bright light. Don't you want to have the coconut chandrakala sent by the zamindar?" 

Such sweet moments of happiness lightened up the creases on Chutki's soul. Quickly, she hoped to indulge in the enchanting warm bath. The mother-daughter had to embark on their journey to the fields, toil and sweat it out as daily-wage labourers. The tyrannical rule of Appa had ended, the bondage freed, doubly so. The crass past, a distant memory; this was an equal world she had created for us. With the men, she sloughed in the fields, sometimes displaying the endurance of an ox, far from the pliant cow she used to be. On occasions, she butted her fierce horns into those who tried to disregard or harass her. Amma was now the mother I always prayed for.

"Ouch...." I now naughtily kicked Amma hard. 

"Yes, my love, you too will get the chandrakala, but not before Akka comes and divides it into two." 

Amma assured me by caressing her swollen belly. I snuggled quietly in the dark, which was no more frightening. It was a dark that would soon see light. 

For Amma had promised her unborn, Devi, the light of education and light of dignity. No one would ever take away the right of birth from her womb. Single-handedly, she had taken the oath with all her might to fight the dark. The power of enlightenment had changed her plight that now worked towards empowering her sight. 

Though today, I cannot see her serene face, but I'm sure she has portrayed a happy one. With all this foetal philosophy, I now long for that coconut delight that will bloom my taste buds with Amma's crunchy bite. 

"Kuruvi, what's taking you so long? The baby has once again kicked me tight!"


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  1. What a powerful and beautifully evocative piece!

    The depth of emotion and strength you’ve portrayed through Amma’s journey is truly inspiring. From the raw pain and trauma to the unwavering resilience and hope, every word breathes life into the characters. The contrast between the darkness they’ve endured and the light they’re now moving toward, especially on Diwali, adds such a profound layer of meaning. I felt deeply connected to Amma's determination and the silent, powerful bond between her and her daughters. Your writing masterfully captures both the harshness of reality and the triumph of the human spirit.

    Absolutely moving!

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  2. Deeply touched by the story. Aparna you are a brilliant storyteller, an impactful one. This also made me realise, we always hype over a father-daughter bond, but jt is a mother - daughter bond that is more special. Thank you for penning this down!

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    1. Rightly said, mother daughter bond is one wise woman standing for another faltering one.

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  3. Sad that daughters are just pushed aside like a burden and treated unfairly. I feel sad for Chutki, but I felt joy when Amma decided to walk out and save her and the unborn. To see it through the unborn child's story, is an interesting concept.

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    1. Thanks for liking my experiment of trying a new pov, the unborn child.

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  4. Such a beautiful story. The metaphor of the devi within was brought out very well as the unborn child.

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    1. Thanks, ma'am. I love the name Devi and hence, used it in my story to talk of the Goddess.

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  5. A very disturbing story. Stories about girl children being brutalized by men, that too with father's support, pain me sp much that I turn away from them. Your story got me pinned. Thorned.

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  6. Brilliant storytelling. It kept me hooked until the end.When a woman decides to take charge, no one can stop her.

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  7. This story made me feel deeply for little Chutki and the agonising torture she went through till her mother stood up for her. The idea of the Devi within her womb was amazing. Beautifully expressed! Kudos!

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    1. Ma'am, a compliment from an accomplished writer like you, only pushes me write further. Feeling blessed.

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  8. What a moving story ! This is the fate of many daughters in our country. You have beautifully narrated the Nari shakti here !

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    1. Friend, you reading and appreciating this dark story and sharing your feedback is also Narishakti. Thank you so much.

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  9. Gosh, some people need to be hanged by their penises. How can someone put their kids through such torture just for money? I'm glad Amma made the right choice and got away from all that. But sadly some women still endure such things because of fear.

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    1. Kudos to you for saying it out loud. To your comment, I would just say Amen.

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  10. This story shook me with all emotions and I was lost in the tale feeling the pain and wounds of the little Chutki and the mother who finally took a leap into saving her daughter

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  11. Such an inspiring and feel good story and timely too when it's the season we worship all Goddesses. Amma and Chutki are as strong as any Goodess.

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  12. This story has so much going on. I love how you have used Diwali as the foundation, the imagery of it, to show new beginnings. A truly festive message in a story like this. Heartfelt and powerful~

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  13. I'm glad that amma chose to pick up chutki and walk away from there ..start their new lives without being answerable to anyone. It s a thought-provoking one

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  14. Walking out is not always as easy as it is made out to be but glad Amma took that step for her girls. A hard-hitting and powerful piece.

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  15. What a lovely way to celebrate the goddess. It makes your think. Mothers can be tigresses when it comes to their daughters.

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  16. Such a touching story it is! For a mother, her child is the first priority and she never discriminates based on gender.

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  17. What a witty piece of writing! Such mindsets are in need of change and the Amma's will power is praiseworthy. To rake a stand for the unborn and Chutki is commendable.

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  18. We need more women like amma and absolutely zero men like appa. Only then would there be hope for a better world, where everyone can be safe

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  19. send me shudders through my entire body. Wonderfully graphic writing and beautiful story told through a child who is yet to witness the world.

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