Noble Blood IS Bloody

The temperature was 47 degree centigrade   .huff!!!!!!  Hot season of north India always bring forth more irritation when power cuts. It was an unbearable hot which forced me to go upside on the roof. I gazed at the clock it was 12:30 am in the night. Of course the peak point of midnight. I took a mat and a pillow with me and lay down over mat. My eyes were staring at those stars; those stars were really looking so beautiful. One moon and a number of stars seemed me as stars were twinkling for the moon only and were looking listlessly at moon. I was trying to sleep but sleepiness was so far from my eyes. I was thinking and gazing at those stars which were smiling and had no tensions or worries.

 

Suddenly I heard a voice of crying. That sound was full of pain. It was the voice of a lady who was shouting because her husband was beating her harshly. I couldn’t hear that voice more than 10 minutes. After a few minutes everything looked normal. Number of thoughts were pepping out into my mind. In that hustle bustle of thoughts when I went into the lap of slumber I don’t remember.

It was a splendid morning when I woke up. Sun was shining, little birds were singing. But something happened wrong which I did not know. I peeped outside and I saw a huge crowd of people those were busy in whispering .

Gupta ji to varmaji, “are bhai sahib hume to pahlin hi malum tha yahi hona hai.

Are ladki sundar nahi thi.ladka mba hai kaise kisi seedhi sadhi sadharan se nain naksh wali ladki ko pasand karega. Ye bat to lalaji ko shadi karne se pahle sochna chaiye tha.”

Verma ji, “sahi kar rahe ho gupta ji.lekin isme us bechari ladki ka kya dosh vo to dukhiya apna ghar baar sab kuch chhod chhad k aayi thi.”

Mrs. khanna , “oh yes you right Verma ji. I have heard these people have already given 10 lackhs rupees to the police. Now no police will come to arrest these social criminals. This boy is safe. And you see soon he will get marry with another beautiful girl.”

 I realized the sound which I heard in the night was the sound of that girl who was killed by her own husband, just because her lifestyle was simple and she was so simple and could not maintain the mark of style which her husband wanted from her. Now her own husband who promised to save her will bear down all the matter of her murder case. This murder case will be written an incident such like “she was working in kitchen and got fired during cooking food by a stove or something like this.”

 

I was standing at the gate of my house, what could I do? I also became the part of that crowd and started gossiping.