Don’t worry your crocky is alive’ said he, ‘Just sleeping for a while till they fix a small machine on its back.’
The explanation angered her more.
‘Who has given them any right to harass the poor creature’
He retorted, ‘ It is done for its own betterment. They are going to find out how to make it live a longer and healthier life’
By now she had fire in her eyes
‘Who gave them the right to decide on its behalf. Isn’t it inhuman? Doesn’t such behavior reek of while man’s burden? Didn’t all the colonizers project themselves as saviours of the colonized people.?
‘People are different but animals have to be controlled for the sake of science'
This was going nowhere. There was no use arguing. She got up and went to her room. Lying on her bed her thoughts wandered to her house, how it meant nothing to her but a comfortable dwelling place where her loved ones lived. But it wasn't so always.
Papa smiled and next she knew he got fitted the bathrooms on all the three floors with luxurious bath tubs.She was very happy. On the day of the pooja she proudly hung an automatic camera in her neck and went on clicking every nook and corner of the house.People as always she was least interested in.
‘Where will you go now when you return to India this time’ an innocent question by her Persian friend with whom she had discussed everything ranging from films to Bermuda triangle.
She had no answer. Her friend cam e up with an ingenious idea that she may marry one of latter’s cousin, a good looking boy from a very well off family.
‘Your life will be made and you will not have to leave Iran, leave us ever’
For a moment her eyes brightened but soon she realized it would mean leaving her parents and changing her religion, both of which she couldn’t do. She got up suddenly and changed the topic of conversation.
She had suddenly grown-up after the first air raid on Malayer.Their miraculous escape and events following that matured her too early in life. She would often wish the enemy air planes to vanish somewhere in Bermuda triangle. She developed a keen interest in history and philosophy to make sense of this absurd world and constant chaos which was part of her growing up. Yet questions kept arising.
‘Who had given them any right to bombard hospitals? Who had given them any right to send young boys on the border to simply act as canon fodder? Who had given them any right to force people out of their homes and all this for sake of which science?