Unlearning

Everybody was in hurry to unpack the sins and reshuffle the names of burns, by taking a holy dip in mauve lake. I wanted to defang them. Acid attack had the inversion effect on the expressions. It was an obscene vision unrolling the infant for bleeding an opponent. The procession moved on. Details never came out. Only the flaming bodies, loud thuds and the screaming virgins. This was unlucky for the hutments, fragile poles crumbled down, unspeakable emptiness on the faces. Something has to be unlearnt. Too much pain of the knowledge. Ectopic pregnancy? SATISH VERMA