The garden was beautiful. Unlike India, it was full of trees and birds. Palakkal had come for a morning walk. The sun had only risen. Feeling the freshness of the morning breeze, he walked. On the stone chair, there sat a woman, still, shining with divine inspiration and energy, though she looked absorbed and weak.
"What makes you so happy this morning?" Palakkal asked.
Waking from her dream, she replied with pleasure, "All my life, I am devoted to my selfless work. My only pleasure is to do my work. My work is my devotion and its fruits are my happiness. Today, I am happy about how single-minded I am in pursuing my passion!."
Palakkal grabbed her by her hands and forced her to the woods. Pressing her to the ground, he raped her.
As he was leaving, he said, "Be known, you lady, that your devotion to your passion is not everything. It is only a narrow fetishism that you keep to justify your unworthy existence. Sexual pleasure I have just given you is one example that there are more things in heaven and earth [1] that humans can crave for. So open your eyes and walk your life with liveliness".
Raising from the ground, she replied in gratitude, "Thanks for enlightening me with your wisdom, master. I've never known the meaning of life as broadly as I know now!"
Smiling and blessing her, Palakkal walked away, to continue feeling the freshness of the morning.
[1] W. Shakespear, Hamlet.
'It is only a narrow fetishism that you keep to justify your unworthy existence'
ReplyDeleteVery true! But call it narrow, call it fetish, the contentment work offers is matchless. It's like 'God' whom some people find worthy of worship, despite the acknowledgment of his non-existence.
But why 'Palakkal'? Strange!
'Palakkal' -- you'll come to know soon!
ReplyDelete