Departed

A withered cottage,handfull of old and rugged stool on the name of furniture round,an earthen pot in a corner with muddy water inside,a cot with sniffing small creatures all over,a poster of 'Durga' on wall,a pot in a shelf with handful of rice in it,some dusty utensils in the shelf.
"chal kaam pe jaa budiya!"a hoarse choice came from outside.Landlord of the cottage shouted on Rajeshwari,once used to be a part of most wealthy family of the village.Now manage her living by begging,washing clothes,washing utensils,Again voice came this time ladden with anger"budiya bhahar nikal,kiraya de warna ise tudwata hu"but not even a single murmer came from inside.Matre's face red hot with anger,"aaj ya to kiraya de warna nikal hiyan se".Again the reply is silence.Landlord,an imminent personality of village and a "budiya" not listenig to her,"what a great shame for him"."thod do ise"ordered the big giant to crush the cottage.He gave the old lady one month back some mercy to give whole of the kiraya,with the threat he will crush
her little empty cottage.This scenario flooded the site with dozens of village children eager to know what is goin to happen
amazed by the sound and working of giant machine.Few villagers too gathered just to know whats is happeneing in their neighbourhood.Some by-passer stood up there thinking this could be a news which they can
spread among,at the Kallu's pan shop where they usually gather to share rumours
and back bitings.A women cried over the landlord"marega kya budiya ko!Rajju bahar nikal".But again same vieled silence,just the groaning of the tractor is adding the flavours to murmers of the stand-by's.Matre looked at all round him,people were silently agreeing with the woman.He signed the buldozer to wait and said loudly"jao jakar dekho mar gayi kya"The same woman went in.With a few seconds of silence,suddenly a loud cry came out
"hiya aao!Rajjo ko kya hua,dekho".
A cold body lying over floor with flies over her calm face.Whole of the silence is broken by the cries of village women who came and shaded the body,just to fetch the ritual,crying over any funeral in the village. No-one seems to be moved,every body just murmering,some"kaise hua","Matre ne hi to nhi mar diya""some feling pity over her"bichari,achcha hua chali gayi""bachche,pati sab to chor ke chale gaye the".Epressions and gestures as if they are all ladden by tons of grief.In their voice pity is flooding for her,who once used to taunted her,neglected her.Matre with a sign of tension,not because of her death,but because of her funeral arrangement.Rajjo still lying on floor as if smiling at her fate,everybody left her,she was alone from last 15 years,no-one have ever been there to see her.when alive She used to laugh with the children,sing with birds,hand to mouth with no grief and regret,
used to go in every funeral and at every birth and usually used to come back without enjoying the feasts.

Now What to do?Who's going to take the responsibility?The questions haunting everybody this time,but no-one is coming in front.All were busy with murmers"ab kaun karega?""bhai kuch to karna padega"
Winds flowing tempestuously,like a mother seeing her daughter lying so calmly among the selfish world.Atlast Matre shouted after waking from a deep thought.breaking the music of inscrutable voices"chalo sab bahar aao"chal tu badha "and signed the giant to crush the cottage.Every body without even a question came out of cottage,and again back to their job- silent spectator.
the bewildered gigantic machine crashed the little dream of Rajjo,slowly but harshly putting the mud in the tractor.Every one ,silent spectator,murmuring but now on the act of landlord.The heartless giant crushed whole of the cottage.Whole of the mud castle is now on tractor.The earthen pot crushed with all its rice on the street,the cot now a peice of some broken wooden logs.

Rajjo's face just glistenig throught the mud,all her body under the castle,but still so calm and quiet.