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THE CARDINAL SIN

 She looked  wistfully at the white blankness of her lap top . She remembered  the days when from a very young age she had ventured  into writing secretly in  her torn notebook which she would take  out  from her school bag.  Moreover,  She hardly remembered having  filled  it with  school work. Rather she had faint memories of  ever being a regular student. And those were the  days  when the parents, in the joint families, had other cares than  to worry about  the school affairs of their children. Moreover it was the responsibility of the family elders to see that the grand children were  tutored well. The schools were far away  from  home and the children had to walk down to reach them. In the way there were many distractions ,mainly they would linger on  on the  narrow  bridge which  they had  to cross  to reach their school. They often  stood there looking at the river reflecting the silver rays of the morning  Sun.  The  sight of the lush green weeds waving in the clear waters was riveting.  She would forget about her school when the equally reluctant sibling would nudge  her to move. 

The school  was an unimpressive building of  brick and mortar. It  faced the river  which flowed close by.  she had only a faint  memory of her class room. The  images of the children  in their motley dresses  mostly unkept , jumping and shouting at each other and some  entangled in fights ,  pulling  and pushing while the rest  clapped  in glee .  She saw herself  standing  there least involved in their games . And she remembered the glint in her eyes which was up to some mischief. This moment was opportune for her to take flight. The teacher never noticed her, he was always  poring over  some long register  in front of him. He was unperturbed  by the din and noise  around him yet  he shouted at  them now and then.  She would dash straight to the  river  as if  free from the shackles of confinement  and from the noisy  children. The glistening river flowed majestically and the undulating waves created the pattern of light and shade which mesmerised her.  The daily activities  happening  there  absorbed  her fully.  She looked at the ladies who came there regularly,  chattering and cleaning their pots simultaneously.  Both these activities created a sort of rhythm  and gaiety. Along side ,were their children who  turned playful in the gushing waters of the river.  They bobbed up and down splashing water in all directions , chasing each other,  swam against the currents like ducks take to water. She  loved  the deep sounds of the splashes they made  while stroking with their limbs. She could remember  them distinctly, their lean bodies  streamlined by the regular  strokes they  made in the water.  She remembered their  naked bodies which glistened in the bright Sun . They were in their  pre-teens. Their nude  bodies  never made her conscious of their sexuality. The memory was as fresh as pristine. 

But where were the stalkers and the predators then ? Who could have mauled her ? Were there no males lurking  and prowling ? Yes they were there but they were equally absorbed in their boyish explorations.The advanced technology and the internet has unleashed the demon  which lied in abeyance. The Nature that cradled the man,  he  violated and ravished. The man is doomed  by his cardinal sin.

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