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14 November 2010

Not for sale


Could that be a butterfly? She wondered. She hadn't seen one ever since she had started working at the royal kitchen. No butterfly entered the castle grounds and she dared not go outside. I must be dreaming then, she thought but she couldn't have been because the textures and the colors on the butterfly's wings were too vivid to be a dream.

When she gained consciousness she realized she hadn't been dreaming but had mistaken her new dress for a butterfly. New dress? She didn't remember changing her clothes. The dress was grand and she had always wanted to dress up but couldn't afford, so had given up on that dream. Am I dreaming again? She wondered, but she realized it wasn't a dream when somebody announced that she was awake.

She didn’t understand why there were so many people gathered around her. Is it because of the dress? I did not steal it. I don't even remember changing my clothes. Please, believe me...she wanted to tell them but their curious stares shooed away her left over courage and sealed her mouth. All she could do was stare back, searching for a clue that would explain her situation. The crowds' mood perplexed her. There were no questions in their eyes but malice that sent creeps across her spine. She did not take long to recognize the situation she was in and when she did, she did not want to believe it was happening. It cannot be true, she muttered under her breath and rubbed her eyes hoping to brush off sleep from them but deep inside she knew that it wasn't a dream.

It couldn't be so bad, she hoped and wanted to forget everything she had once feared. Ganga was free and so would she be, after a while. She would have to serve her new master only until he lost interest in her. He would find another girl before long and then she might be sent back to work at the royal kitchen.

"Three thousand gold", a man called out.

She wondered whether she wanted a new master. No. I don't, she thought because she wanted to live in open like a butterfly does. She did not want to work at royal kitchen either but it was a better option considering the situation she was in at the moment. At the royal kitchen, she had friends who worked along with her. They laughed together and also poured their hearts out to each other when they were not cooking.

"She's untouched. Three thousand is definitely a no", said another man.

"Five thousand then", someone at the back cried.

"Eight thousand gold", cried another man. The crowd murmured among themselves for awhile and then the man who had declined three thousand announced that she was sold. As someone dragged her out of the hall, she noticed that no eyes followed her, instead they were susing their next victim.

She couldn't see her master's face because he left immediately after bidding, asking his men to take her home. On the way home, they did not even bother to consider that she might hear them while they discussed what their master would possibly do with her.

"I can say that he got no interest in her. I wonder why he paid eight thousand gold for her" said one man.

"He did not take another glance at her", pointed out another man.

The master's house fascinated her. It was as big as a castle. She wondered who her master could be but dared not to ask anyone. She was sure of one thing though and that was that whosoever he master was, he was very rich.

She was bathed in rose water and dressed in fine silk, and asked to wait in a room that was not only spacious but luxurious too. She had never seen anything like it. The bed was soft and the sheets were scented.

It isn't all that bad, she thought and that was when someone knocked the door. She did not know what to do and before she could decide, someone entered the room. Could that be the master? she wondered.

He was but instead of introducing himself to her, he asked, "Do you know why you are here?" She shook her head.

He asked, "Do you know who I am?" and she again shook her head.

"I want you to bear my child. I love my wife very much but she cannot conceive and I do not want another bride. I also cannot let our bloodline die...", he explained but never once did he ask her consent.

He came every night and made love to her. Though he was gentle, she knew that he did not really want her and though her body reciprocated, she had sealed away her heart. And every time she climaxed, she thought, No, I'm not for sale. You might own my body...you might also sow your seeds in me, but you shall never win my heart.

34 comments:

  1. woww!!

    That's creative piece.
    Very well written.
    Kudos :)

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  2. My body may be for sale but my heart isn't. - Lovely thought Nethra.

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  3. Sad, but so possible, so true for some

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  4. Lovely write up Nethra!!
    Sad but true state of affairs!!

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  5. ohh wow... this is such an amazing piece ... heartfelt write... brilliant.

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  6. oh my oh my
    Very very nice story.. but as all have said the hard fact is that this is someones story out there .. who goes through it day in and day out .. and yet dreams to be a butterfly maybe one day ...

    Bikram's

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  7. Heartbreaking....Loved the comparison to the butterfly.

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  8. Muddasir, Desigheeandcoffee, Samadrita, Ritu, Swathi, Rajlakshmi, Bikramjit, Bibhash, Dreamer, Purba, Shail and Karima
    Thank you, guys! :)

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  9. Sid was not exaggerating when he said you are damn good in writing stories. :)

    mani

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  10. Creative thinking. Takes me into realms of reality and imagination. Good writing.

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  11. powerful writing and good fiction..

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  12. Cruel. But wonderful. Nice write up!

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  13. Very well written and composed.
    But for the typos:(

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  14. Very well written... enjoyed reading and it was easier to imagine the plight

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  15. Isn't this the story of many women? It is not just the heart that he cannot touch, it is also her spirit and as long as she keeps it, she is her own mistress. Nice story.

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  16. well written... and rings so true

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  17. Harish
    Thank you! :)

    Mani
    You flatter me. :)

    Aditya
    I'm glad. :)

    zradar, Rajesh, Farila, Jayanth & Ana
    Thank you guys! :)

    Nalini
    I suppose there are no typos. If there are any please lemme know where they are because I'm not able to find them. Thanks! :)

    Hemal, Tarun, Zephyr and Magiceye
    Thank you guys! :)

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  18. wow, great piece of writing Nethra. The last five lines spoke volumes.

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  19. Nicely written..!! Your blog is really good..! :)
    Also thanks for visiting mine..!! Keep up the good work..!!

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  20. You tell fascinating tales so gently & intricately weaved...loved it

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  21. restless mind
    Thank you girl! :)

    vyu
    Thanks!

    aniruddh
    Sure thing!

    Maitreyee
    I'm happy that you liked it. Thank you!

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  22. Wow...came across your blog purely by chance and frankly speaking read the post because it had maximum number of comments on in!

    But its amazing, your words took me away in some other world. Such few words and I had such fantastic visuals accompanying...totally enjoyed it :)

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  23. Such a beautifully-written post!

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