Virika: Salvation

I could feel rough hands on my arms, forcing me to stand up. Lifelessly, I stood up and followed them as they dragged me towards my unfortunate fate.

I knew this was gonna happen but living through it was a very different thing. Nothing in this world could prepare me for that. How would the heat of flames feel against my cold skin, my dull hair.

Will I feel anything? Heat? Pain? Agony?
Or as soon the scorching heat from the flame touches me, Will I be gone?

But the ladies told me otherwise as well as the tales of those who are gone. Both tell that every second, every moment will be felt.

The heat. The pain. The skin melting. The screams.

Feeling dull warmth on my body from the setting sun, I looked up and wished I never saw what I saw. A broken circle was formed against my dead 'husband's pyre. Everyone was looking at me. Like a meat they wanted to devour.

Short breaths left my body as the men harshly pulled me towards the circle.

The circle of my death.

I started struggling against their hold but they only tightened their grasps. Reality of what was going to happen hit me like a rock.

"Stop crying. Nothing can save you. This is our ritual which everyone has to perform someday." Someone spoke within the circle. I didn't even know I was crying until now.

This is it
They are going to perform Sati.
They will burn me alive with my husband.