By Amrita Sarkar
Jyoti blinked at the sapphire ripples ruffling the iridescent composure of the lake.
She remembered the night she’d last visited it. Little Mohan was mewling in her arms. His infantile voice rose as she tied his legs and rolled him into the water. Jyoti stood there watching until her brother stopped flailing his arms.
“My beautiful boy,” Mother often raved. “My one and only.”
“I am Mother’s one and only now.” Jyoti repeated the words like an incantation.
And yet, Mother said nothing. All day, she just stared at the lake from her window—as if it called out to her.
Chilling and achingly powerful
Depressing.
Tragic
Wow – not what I expected, you packed a punch in so few words. Well done Amrita.
Nicely done.
It leaves a haunting impression that lingers in my mind. Nice work
very imaginative and chilling….amazingly conveyed the emotion of a jealous sibling in so few words !!
Each child is important for the mother. But sibling rivalry does exist.
Moreover caring for a male child and ignoring a girl child is really traumatic for the girls.
Oh my goodness, that’s brutal, but so well written. I could imagine a cold psychopath going on to kill again.