Real Meaning of Helplessness….
She prepared a cup of tea for herself, took newspaper and sat in balcony to enjoy the view of distant snow capped mountains. She was alone as her parents had gone for a medical checkup and was happy because she was going to become sister of a newbie after few months.
She took one sip of tea and turned the pages of newspaper to look for stock market news as her father had told how the stock market crashed and he was in loss. Suddenly her eyes stopped on an article about female feticide. She felt contentment that her modern family was far away from the touch of such bad and pusillanimous actions. She had inherited honesty and panache from her parents, kept herself protected from fashion fever and lived simple. She always felt motivated by her father who believed winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing. Her chain of thoughts broke when door bell rang. Parents had returned.
At night, she heard her mother crying and discussing something with father. When she understood, she felt as if earth had moved away from under her feet. Her mother had gone through abortion. Whole night she imagined that her father was standing with a knife and the knife was dripping with blood.
In the morning, she finally mustered the courage and went to mother. “Why did you do it”, she said softly, “what made you kill your own baby, mom?” Mother got shocked and replied, “I was helpless, dear”.
And she again drowned deep somewhere in thoughts searching for the real meaning of helplessness that makes people monsters. But she could only conclude that however modern we become, but that ‘special’ helplessness always follows; just as reflections of the past are always apparent in the present.
