Do you believe that a stone would solve your problems..? Like, you bathe a stone up with milk, rosewater, tender coconut, curd, sandal and all kind of pleasant stuff and you strongly believe that I would safeguard you from all the problems and all your grieves would be washed away by the offerings you give to me..? I stood immobile as usual, and then it happened.
From my abode extends a beautiful view of a long meadow. I'm actually 245 years old to this place, yet these people who wear orange clothes proclaim that I'm over 1000 years old and I've attained my structure by myself. It was never so. I was sleeping in a mountain over millions of years - enjoying the warmth of the rare Sun in Kashmir till a stupid mad man came down and picked me up to make some weird structure out of me. He ruined my luster, cropped and chopped me into pieces and locked me in this dungeon years back. From then on, these unlettered stupids keep on blabbering something in the name of mantras to disturb my trance.
Since it is a long spread of a green carpet, people usually let their sheep to graze on this grassland. It was a fine evening when the Sun had already gone for a tight sleep priorly as compared to the Summer time . A herd of Gaddi sheep was ruminating their entire day's feed. A little girl, hardly 10 years old with a fair face and brown hair came there to drive the herd back to home. She was like an afternoon's cloud, flawlessly innocent. She came singing along with the howls of the wind when a blow of whistle diverted her. She had no idea about the whereabouts of the whistler and so she moved along with the cattle. Another blow of whistle came and this time she found a man behind a tree.
The curious little girl went to him since it appeared as if he's offering something to her. I could hardly see them, yet I was able to hear the little girl struggling to run away from his hold. But it was high time then. I heard three or four men whispering in front of my abode and they bagged her under the roof of where I've been standing for years. She was out like a light and then they left the place and locked it's doors. For the whole night she was under my feet drugged and tangled up like a heap of cloth. I'm just a piece of stone, if not I would have freed her up. All that I could do was to stand still and watch her suffering mutely. On any other day, she might have passed my place with some respect for the fact that some people worship me. The very thought of my inability to rescue her and also to contradict her opinion of me sent a chill through my spine. I myself prayed that she could run away to her parents.
The Sun peeped in the next morning with lustful eyes into my confinement, so as those bastards. The little girl was untied but was still under the influence of drugs. With a broken hope, she saw me with her teary eyes and I'm not even capable of shedding tears. I was moved yet I wasn't able to move. After all I'm an old stone in the disguise of a God. Besides milk, tender coconut, curd, rosewater, ash, it was the first time I was smeared with the sacred blood of the little girl.The red fluid splashed on my face and it covered my blind eyes. Yet I still heard the deadly groans of the young daughter. Her loud cries kept on echoing in my ears and her tears flooded my feet, but in vain. Men came again and again and took their turns until the flower's petals were torn apart.
Days of harassment had made her pale and the mongrels made marks all over her flawless form. Then came a cunning cannibal who hit her head hard against the stone that was carved like a pillar and not like me. I tried to cry aloud for help indeed, but I wasn't able to. After all I'm just an old stone in God's disguise. Aren't the human beings humane enough to drag the accused straight to the cops or to pelt them till they die..? Is it fair when a Muslim girl gets abused by Hindu fuckers..? Then why do people defend them..?
If at all I could speak like you I would confess everything that had happened just within my abode. If at all I have the power to walk down the roads like you, I'd have killed them myself. If at all I have the rights to protest like you, I'd have made the jurisdiction to hang them before she was cremated. Do you believe that a stone; that was eventually considered to be holy would solve your problems..? Each and every God in your temples are nothing but just old stones. Every religion which you belong to is to spread love and not to rape women in the name of religion. Woah.. Waste of time.. Who's gonna listen to me, after all I'm just an old stone..