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“Now midst the clamor thy sound – this cacophony, that rabble, my tongue quietly coiled, yet rambles thy universe in world of mine. Eyes on eyes, I see, I see it. The sight, oh God!” - Me.
The Ditties’ mansion was a house in the far patches of the village which, by virtue of its lies perhaps, had come to be named as Soulie Village. The mansion barely witnessed a set of telephone system, so much as it had not descried the face of cottage cheese, and tortilla which identified as the prevalent delicacies around the residence Tally came from, let alone wooden furniture, and a set of television. She had to carry them in marriage as gifts from her father, or merely dream about them all nightly. An edge like that to stand on, Tally had seldom made any room for an anticipation of all the things she was going to find, and not going to, not to mention the hard time she was going to have on the face of all that she had never been made to feel the need of, much less ask for the same. But that life was seldom a fairy tale on Earth, and more of one from hell, had somehow, always had her empathy. You see, she was provided for, and cosseted, but was never in the sandals of a princess, much to her own knowledge just as well; she was loved, and never thought of it as something she did not deserve. Overstepping the outskirts of her childhood home, the place the child in her had packed in her organs long back as a girl like she knew how nothing was ever going to be the same again, that she might have to keep a few things from the space around like she could tell of a search for a purpose that would make her roam in the realms of her own mind one day. Tally had looked around, and back. Her father, holding her dress’s end to save a tiny damage of the bridal chador from a nail at the door that had always led them all in, had thought if it was actually time. She had seemed to be so silly, and for sure, he could have been around. Little did she know that he could have been around. The mansion’s stance did not coincide with a demesne of cruel isolation from the rest of the village, much less of a mansion it made, more a house of hay to be truthful.
Tally, being the woman in the pair they made, surely thought about it more often than him, until hours imposed the vicissitudes for her to deal with that she had no option, but to ponder over some negotiations with him soon. But God could merely know what the matter might be that idle morning of August the twenty third. Speaking of Tally, she had been struggling with terrible itch down on her pelvis and the skin of her stomach, right above the area where she very well knew was her dear womb that she cosseted day and night; she had grown too cautious of her body for they were two she had to care for. “Why do you not wish to do it? What is the deal in it? It’ll be a span of two months only. Why, are you scared?... Tally, dear you must understand. We are trying to help you both.”, spoke Mrs. Ditty, chewing the beetle nut inside her thin mouth, whilst keeping another nut in between her teeth.
She was apprehensive of her womb as well. She was taking care of two in there, and she couldn’t help, but feel the need to iterate that to herself almost all the time and was convinced that her vase, her father’s gift at her marriage to Mr. Ralin, would stand at jeopardy that morning. She wished she could save both of them, the little ones inside her and the jug in whose every inch of the metal resided her father’s blessings for a happier life then he could have ever been able to make for her.You will know it too in no time.
“Ma, just…just wait a sec… Okay. I am done asking you the reason why because all you do is stand like a fortified statue. You don’t say anything every time the matter falls upon this issue. I don’t understand why we even have to make it an issue. Ah! I am not going to ask you anymore.
"This is it. We are doing it. You haven’t spoken up hitherto on the topic, keeping so mum about it all like it’s for you to save without words. There’s no need for you to shut your mouth like this anymore. But if you so please to be this quiet, then be silent and accommodating as I had expected you to be on marrying you, and let me decide. I know what is best for us. Let me handle it on my own. I never wanted your company in figuring things out. So if I get to work this out, and you shout, my hands will reach for your neck I swear! Tally, I am asking you for the last time. I am also telling you that I won’t repeat it. Do you hear me?”, Mr. Ditty enquired, his arms crossed against the linen of his polo shirt which partially covered his chest. Finding no answer from her, he declared, “You will be travelling to the hospital with me tomorrow”. Tally stood in silence. No response from her end yet again aggravated the scene quite seriously.
“TALLY! I AM ASKING SOMETHING. Say something. Speak. Oh Holy Lord! What is it? Are you dead?”, Mr. Ralin barked, his hands coming loosely on his chest from the Gordian knot they had earlier tied dorsally. Tally ventured to form an utterance that time, and finally responded, “I am pregnant, and of your children…”. “Oh shut up! Don’t propound that wretched plurality now! I will be a father to only one child. Do you get that? I don’t want your children. I will have only one, and you must comply! Yes you are carrying my children. I am the father, and on account of the Biological obligation leastways, I get to have a say in this, and I will have what I want.”, So Mr. Ralin uttered, his gaze fixed straight on her face. Breathing deeply once, he declared, “Tomorrow noon, I will reserve the maternity clinic at Pragnany Cares and in there, the unit of Medical Termination of Pregnancy. Be ready by eleven sharp at the latest. I don’t want any kind of delay in this work.” “Don’t you say that Ral! You are the father of both the babies. They are ours, and a sign of our love, our life together. You ought to accept them both. It’s really hard for me to even envision that you can speak like that. What will be the fault of the other child whom you wish to lose? Do you have an answer for that?”, Tally composed, her right hand coming over her womb, her left curling around her torso from the right side. “Shut up! Didn’t you hear what I told you just now? Damn! Have you been inflicted with deafness as...
The Ditties’ mansion was a house in the far patches of the village which, by virtue of its lies perhaps, had come to be named as Soulie Village. The mansion barely witnessed a set of telephone system, so much as it had not descried the face of cottage cheese, and tortilla which identified as the prevalent delicacies around the residence Tally came from, let alone wooden furniture, and a set of television. She had to carry them in marriage as gifts from her father, or merely dream about them all nightly. An edge like that to stand on, Tally had seldom made any room for an anticipation of all the things she was going to find, and not going to, not to mention the hard time she was going to have on the face of all that she had never been made to feel the need of, much less ask for the same. But that life was seldom a fairy tale on Earth, and more of one from hell, had somehow, always had her empathy. You see, she was provided for, and cosseted, but was never in the sandals of a princess, much to her own knowledge just as well; she was loved, and never thought of it as something she did not deserve. Overstepping the outskirts of her childhood home, the place the child in her had packed in her organs long back as a girl like she knew how nothing was ever going to be the same again, that she might have to keep a few things from the space around like she could tell of a search for a purpose that would make her roam in the realms of her own mind one day. Tally had looked around, and back. Her father, holding her dress’s end to save a tiny damage of the bridal chador from a nail at the door that had always led them all in, had thought if it was actually time. She had seemed to be so silly, and for sure, he could have been around. Little did she know that he could have been around. The mansion’s stance did not coincide with a demesne of cruel isolation from the rest of the village, much less of a mansion it made, more a house of hay to be truthful.
Tally, being the woman in the pair they made, surely thought about it more often than him, until hours imposed the vicissitudes for her to deal with that she had no option, but to ponder over some negotiations with him soon. But God could merely know what the matter might be that idle morning of August the twenty third. Speaking of Tally, she had been struggling with terrible itch down on her pelvis and the skin of her stomach, right above the area where she very well knew was her dear womb that she cosseted day and night; she had grown too cautious of her body for they were two she had to care for. “Why do you not wish to do it? What is the deal in it? It’ll be a span of two months only. Why, are you scared?... Tally, dear you must understand. We are trying to help you both.”, spoke Mrs. Ditty, chewing the beetle nut inside her thin mouth, whilst keeping another nut in between her teeth.
She was apprehensive of her womb as well. She was taking care of two in there, and she couldn’t help, but feel the need to iterate that to herself almost all the time and was convinced that her vase, her father’s gift at her marriage to Mr. Ralin, would stand at jeopardy that morning. She wished she could save both of them, the little ones inside her and the jug in whose every inch of the metal resided her father’s blessings for a happier life then he could have ever been able to make for her.You will know it too in no time.
“Ma, just…just wait a sec… Okay. I am done asking you the reason why because all you do is stand like a fortified statue. You don’t say anything every time the matter falls upon this issue. I don’t understand why we even have to make it an issue. Ah! I am not going to ask you anymore.
"This is it. We are doing it. You haven’t spoken up hitherto on the topic, keeping so mum about it all like it’s for you to save without words. There’s no need for you to shut your mouth like this anymore. But if you so please to be this quiet, then be silent and accommodating as I had expected you to be on marrying you, and let me decide. I know what is best for us. Let me handle it on my own. I never wanted your company in figuring things out. So if I get to work this out, and you shout, my hands will reach for your neck I swear! Tally, I am asking you for the last time. I am also telling you that I won’t repeat it. Do you hear me?”, Mr. Ditty enquired, his arms crossed against the linen of his polo shirt which partially covered his chest. Finding no answer from her, he declared, “You will be travelling to the hospital with me tomorrow”. Tally stood in silence. No response from her end yet again aggravated the scene quite seriously.
“TALLY! I AM ASKING SOMETHING. Say something. Speak. Oh Holy Lord! What is it? Are you dead?”, Mr. Ralin barked, his hands coming loosely on his chest from the Gordian knot they had earlier tied dorsally. Tally ventured to form an utterance that time, and finally responded, “I am pregnant, and of your children…”. “Oh shut up! Don’t propound that wretched plurality now! I will be a father to only one child. Do you get that? I don’t want your children. I will have only one, and you must comply! Yes you are carrying my children. I am the father, and on account of the Biological obligation leastways, I get to have a say in this, and I will have what I want.”, So Mr. Ralin uttered, his gaze fixed straight on her face. Breathing deeply once, he declared, “Tomorrow noon, I will reserve the maternity clinic at Pragnany Cares and in there, the unit of Medical Termination of Pregnancy. Be ready by eleven sharp at the latest. I don’t want any kind of delay in this work.” “Don’t you say that Ral! You are the father of both the babies. They are ours, and a sign of our love, our life together. You ought to accept them both. It’s really hard for me to even envision that you can speak like that. What will be the fault of the other child whom you wish to lose? Do you have an answer for that?”, Tally composed, her right hand coming over her womb, her left curling around her torso from the right side. “Shut up! Didn’t you hear what I told you just now? Damn! Have you been inflicted with deafness as...
