Parables of Marrow

Story-1| Devadasi a Devotion or Curse

GENRE- ROMANCE AND CHICKLIT

"Women: the backbone of communities"

Gyrate, in a euphonious voice of devotion, sleeps on the floor to sleep with Monsters, and this is how her life pandiculation was. They were devotees but the repugnant people of our society ruined them.

She didn't remember but one of them told her about her obliterated state. She was a five-day-old girl when vicious monsters who were disguised as humans and her parents left her on the staircase of the Temple. She was esurient and deplored to be in her arms, but the Devadasi vehemently kept her in her arms.

She breastfed her, which might sound eerie as she felt too, but when she asked another Devadasi, "How could she feed me?" She responded, "As she fell for, some visitor but the visitor didn't, So, he used her...She gave birth to a Boy and soonest he got snatched by her." This is how the neonate, now grown as a woman, became a part of the Devadasi Community.

Devadasi had never been a concept of human exploitation, but the many eyes means many stories and perspectives. They were seen as the avatar of Deities; they were the protector of the worship place and the appreciator of His creation.

But when the Horrendous bipedals came to the land of diversity, they ruined the perspectives and made a profession of exploitation. It all commenced in the 18th century or the century of upheaval changes.

They were exploited with each passing day, and no one considered them as Human, the invaders or locals surveyed them as 'Temple Stuff.'

And it's a non-existent period of humanity when the crime was disguised as a devotee or visitor. The murky ether was engulfed by erratic mien, the vigorously vicious riot broke out.

She ran with a neonate of one of the Devadasi, who was sexually exploited by a human monster, and later, she died. The scenario was tenebrously spine-chilling but somehow she was filled with beatific feelings as she felt unsafe from some visitors, especially from upper caste politicians.

She ran through the dense Jungle, she was drenched by the pouring rain and she was shivering too. The neonate was encircled by a cold breeze, the riots outbroke on a communal disagreement and the outcome exhibited as bloodshed, the demise of innocent souls and stretching out the dreadful circumstances.

She saw a woman who was washing her clothes. The lass was bizarre in terms of appearance, with the depiction of a scorpion, elephant and cat imprinted on her arms. The irrelevant body language, idiosyncratic draping clothes and the skin complexity.

The fraction of time wouldn't let her possess a contemplative one, and she hastened to move toward her. She approached the outlandish lady and sought shelter; the Woman took her to her shieling, which was built with wood and waste of verdant. The murky wooden wall was expressing the outcome of rain; the muddy ground gripped her feet as if she was their closest one, and the lady took her into the shack as if she knew her.

The unusual woman, Kuni, introduced herself as an Adivasi living close to nature and limiting her life to the natural cosmic. The other woman, Sasimani, identified herself as a Devadasi, explaining their dedication to serving temples but also being exploited sexually and viewed as a prostitute. She felt broken while narrating her side, and the feeling of concern and warmth enclosed her. Kuni then inquired about who forced them into such a situation.

Sasimani carried her point, "The caste system compels us or illness or disorder, most of the girls[Devadasi] belong to a lower caste and due to low status in society their families serve their daughter to God or Some families serve them for two reasons; lower status or disorder."