DRAKSHARAMAM

It happened - once a balavitantu - young widow, when visited the temple during a festival time prayed for a son out of shere frivolousness, unaware of its consequences. She only imitated others, submitting long petitions of wishes to the Omni-compassionate Bhimeswar, fancying such supplications would never be granted. And lo! it bore fruit - she conceived, carried and delivered a beautiful, bright looking boy. All with the Lord's blessing only. But the orthodox society and green-eyed world misunderstood. And attributed it to her going off the moral track, though she was chaste and untainted. By incessant malicious remarks she was floored, and her heart was pounded and powdered. Enduring all, she brought him up, despite practical excommunication by her own community. The boy too became a target of taunts both from grown-ups and children. All revolving round his father's whereabouts. One day the boy demanded his mother to show him his father. The innocent pointing to Bhimeswar said that he was her father. This time not in fun, but out of utter despair, with eyes streaming and heart fluttering.

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