I release her
This is a penance. In many ways, I need to find peace. I have committed a gruesome murder! It was a painfully slow punishment that I meted out to a person who waylaid me at an early age, killed me, and made a monster out of me. The rebel that grew out of a sleepy village and a sleepier family was the creation of this person who invited my wrath until a few moments ago. Yes, the deed was committed over a lifetime. Every chance I got to wreck her, tarnish her, dismember her, I did with great elan, pride and precision. Today that person is barely alive! But I want to make peace after the horridly continuous crime I committed. I wrote a one-act play when I was 12 years old. The inspiration was Vilakku Vangaam, a translated work of a Bengali Novelist, Bimal Mithra . A voracious reading habit inculcated by my father had already initiated me into the world of words and books, especially literature. My nosy aunt who many of you, when you know her tricks and t...