The Fate Derived by The Caste System (Part Four)

Sangita Karki By Sangita Karki, 10th Sep 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Its a short fiction story which is composed in 4 parts. Actually I would like to define it as non-fiction though I have added something myself to the story for making it interesting. The main story (suffering of the main character) is real in my story. It is the academic work produced in the summer of 2010 for my summer project. The character in this story is real and I composed the story after taking interview with him.

Part four

My eyes are closed inside the blanket but everything is visible to me, my past, my present and my future. The heart is beating heavily as if it is thumping with thousands of stones upon it. The brain is suffocating inside the dark prison like round skull and fighting every minute with those hard bones to be out of it. Blood is passing in each nerve with the speed of flow of water on a river. I am feeling like I will die in a minute. Suddenly, with a force, I throw my blanket out of my face and take a deep breathe. “What’s wrong with me?” I wonder for these deep irritations inside me. Actually everything is wrong with me I know that. I was born on a low caste family that is wrong with me. I did not get a chance to study that is wrong with me. I did not get any options for my career that is wrong with me and mainly I am poor that is wrong with me.

“I wish I was also born on high caste family.”

Tears roll down from my cheek. In a fear to see by my wife and sons I wipe it out hurriedly and again cover my face with the blanket. All of sudden the wish to born in a high caste family remind me the matter of Sangita’s arrival on the home. Her idea of selecting me for her project fills my mind with intense anger. I close my eyes again and try to calm down my mind. But it starts working more. It creates the real Sangita and put in front of my closed eyes. I can see her in front of me, near my bed, leaning on the wooden pillar with crossed leg. She has a copy on her right hand, a pen, and a tape recorder on her left hand. May be she is there to take my interview. But I don’t want.

“No, no I don’t want to share my suffering with anyone.”

I open my eyes and look out of the blanket slowly. There is no any Sangita leaning on the wooden pillar. However, I see my wife, who is collecting leftovers from the floor. She looks unaware of the situation going on with me because without looking up or towards me she is doing her work continuously. My sons are already on their bed.

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author avatar Sweata
11th Sep 2012 (#)

lovely writing

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author avatar Jenny
11th Sep 2012 (#)

Creative work.

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author avatar Michel
11th Sep 2012 (#)

Humans are born equally but these prevaling systems have become the strong point to prove someone as superior or inferior.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
13th Sep 2012 (#)

Great feelings Sangita, and let us hope these are really past us - siva

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author avatar Pabitra
16th Sep 2012 (#)

Coherent and clear images. Good piece of work.

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author avatar Shrijana
16th Sep 2012 (#)

clearly described and easy to understand.

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author avatar Sabita
4th Oct 2012 (#)

great post

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author avatar Lovelythoughts
4th Oct 2012 (#)

We don't need a caste system here... It's not right.

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author avatar Sweetgirl
4th Oct 2012 (#)

beautiful creative post

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author avatar Sanu Shrestha
6th Oct 2012 (#)

Beautiful post Sangita!

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author avatar Maharjan.S
6th Oct 2012 (#)

Touching story and beautifully composed.

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author avatar Ms. Christina
6th Oct 2012 (#)

simple and touchingly told.

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