When I was a little child, we never heard about the police,
of course they were there but we didn’t know what their role was, they never
intervene village fights or village people never went to the police and ask
them to intervene. The villages were mostly belongs to two clans , one is our
family and one other, our clan is far more out numbered and prospers - owing
land and ships- adopted, expended, opened for new culture through
marriages( selective match making), new knowledge into clan. A village,
one clan distinctly powerful than another there is peace for long period of
time, maintained the peace is very hard working and costly, always set high
standard examples, a black sheep is buried, gone with old
stinking pathos forever) - so every problems solved within.
So they did until the man with next heir with other
old clan – killed one of his son buried
alive, because of his wife ( second marriage) ran away of
his terrible beating, the wife was a cultured lady with her second
marriage too, brought to a staled boring old village a great
excitement, villagers women whispered her past marriage was a some
kind of crime with immense thrill, she come from nearing big city with her
city life, I liked her immediately, she feed me with lots of my curiosity
about city life, some times she had blue purple yellow colour her
eye shadow. She didn’t like my visits in these days, she was polity avoid my
questions! I was a kind of a busybody, my unguarded unchildish endless
questioning and curiosity put some people off! She didn’t need
make up at all; his love beating was a nice gift for days! Anyway village
alders would say “ what a brute he was spoiled in his
childhood by his father!”
You see, his very beautiful first wife had an affair with a
village guy while he was in the army! So I was told that he was extremely
jealousy of his second wife with ornate rages. Anyway the villagers
were shocked his crime, never had happen that kind crime in the old villages,
killing his own fresh blood. The police come and arrest him and took
him away for many years. Every school holiday when I come home, I
heard story about the family, now his old mother and his aunt were only
resident in his old rambling houses for waiting for his release! His wife moved
out with other children, I know them too, older son( from his first marriage) was a
year younger than me but he was very timid so I didn’t have much time for him,
but sometime I asked him in part because of filling numbers in our play! His old
mother visited our house and see me her teary eyes, with amazement “you grow
fast like a pine tree, so tall!” I wished she told me how beautiful I was but those kind wordings not for other family children in these days in my small
village that is my justifications! Well my grandmamma told me how beautiful I
am so that was enough! Anyway, the old respectable clan is completely dismantled, after
his release from jail; he sold his inheritances very cheaply to our
family and moved out nearing city with his old mother! One of the condition was
the deal was that his old mother able to buried her old land along side her
husband when she died!
I remember this event with an amazement shock horror, how an old respectable family is ruined in this way, I still don’t know why he did
that way, but clear to me now, he lost his marble a momentary insanity!
