In Silence (by Lipika Dutta)

A background of a Tea Estate belonged to Prakash’s story and to Merry’s a blazing account of some laborers in Golkonda Mines of Derbyshire. Every story of the book, swallowed by Prakash, has been written up about the men around several coal mines. A beautiful description boomed open the door of nature layer by layer. How foolishly Prakash had presumed that that “Beautiful Country” is no other but India. World has wombed spreading over beauties and these beauties were pried and peered by the authoress and inked with placidity of language. Cumberland, Derbyshire, Yourkshire are all are imprisoned into the book named “The Beautiful Country”. “The Wild Boar” is the name of the controversial story. The word “wonder” cannot define the similarity of these two stories, thought Prakash. If there were a word diffuser than the “wonder”, it could have released his exertion. The name of Prakash’s story is “In Silence”. Only difference is there, in their naming. The application of phrases, the appeal of these two stories, the incidents are all the very same, almost ditto. The truth was, there was no connection between the writers. Prakash knew that his story was stolen but he had stolen it from his life, the facts occurred before his eyes till now hovering around. Prakash thought that every author is liable to his experiences stashed away from his own life. Prakash experienced this spectacular event happened before twenty years in a Tea Estate of North Bengal, it was possible that some instance had been retrieved in colony of a coal mine in Derbyshire? It would be a compelling concept. Never he heard her name, reading of her stories was far-fetched. Yet all of these would prove nothing. Since many days he cradled a secret wish for creative writing. Several experiences of his life murmured in his ears like a lullaby and motivated him to hold a pen. It was his destiny which was ready to snatch his dream.

A terrible night. At that night two wild boars crept into the colony; one in the colony of the tea estate, another in Golkonda. At the outskirts of the colony, a dense forest embraced the colony enriching the inhabitants. The boar crawled stealthily and reached a small girl lying on ‘khatya’ at the veranda of a laborer’s quarter. Both the girls of Golkonda and the tea estate of Jalpaiguri in West Bengal were three years old. Shriek of the wretched mother awoke the entire colony. Panic sprouted, sprang up and grew to a height all around the colony. A thousand torches blazed with bravery. In a moment men handed the bows, arrows, spears and lances.    

 To be continued…