Deception has no form, no shape,no avenue appropriate enough to excuse the slithering in of it in any intersection. If jealousy is termed the green eyed monster,then deception is the monster wearing a cloak of a certain specific color. A color well earned, darkened over time, outliving all the briefly popular colors and finally reaching that garnished black, the splintery spread of which resembles the striking patterning of the python skin, or something more sickening like the idea of cannibalism.
Thus although it greatly depends from soul to soul as to how the responses towards deception will be, deep inside it feels all the same to every blood pumping heart in the world, every single time.
A great woman once said that ,”But the beauty of founding another life lies in the degree of uncertainty which it brings upon us for as long as we share the same spread of time in our respective lives”. That is to say that in all general sense, for parents across society, and continents, there remains always a commotion in their lives , if they have a true born child of their own blood out somewhere in the world. The worry just never ends.
Such is the case for Benjamin, with a slight exception of his father. The mother and father combined together , makes for a faulty equation. If he removes the father, then everything on the right matches with everything on the left, but not vice versa. Mother is the sole caretaker of Benjamin, and Benjamin is pledged to give his future adherence only to his mother. The soup of their life was cooking with a lot of agitation. The imprudent timings of his father’s alcohol and subsequent off-base faux pas extended some evenings more than what Benjamin and his mother would have preferred. The major happenings in Benjamin’s life as a seven year old was jinxed around his father’s forsaken behaviour towards his mother. At home, he was quite mortified to say the least.
Soon they became a family of some prominence in the small cultivating village where they lived. A prominence coated with domestic violence and a hush gang of people trying to avoid their existence at any expense. The situation was well beyond repair, i.e to repair with the affable,assisting nature of Viola, Benjamin’s mother. She was a very patient woman, with a very fierce mind. She smiled away her problems in front of neighbours and never let anybody feel sorry for her,under any circumstances. The tactful grace of hers was one of the reasons why Benjamin wanted to grow up just like her. She was like an invincible force of nature to him.
*The thought of her son,her only son and his future made Viola vacillate between what was her inevitable and what was right. Right that is in the world of people who did not matter to Viola any more than she mattered to them. Her anguished mind suffered a wound too deep for too long to care for what the community will think of her doing,if they ever find out. She maintained a sort of treaty with them like that existed between the rulers of the jungle and the ruled. Although it would be a bogus thing to state that a lady like Viola can be ruled by any other homosapien in this world,other than herself.
The intermittent rain of April gave Viola the impeccable timing to do what needed to be done. Getting rid of a futile husband was not something that would come naturally to any woman. Unless, you have managed to suffer in silence for eleven long years and have the future of an innocent son at stake,only then would everything seem easy.
Benjamin’s father generally staggers his unstable self into the house, 4-5 days of the week. Viola cleared her evening schedule for one of such days.
She, along with her widowed sister Mandi, tailors clothes for the village. Mandi moved in with Viola after her husband died in an accident a year into the marriage. Benjamin’s father despised Mandi at all occasions especially when his temper is worsened by the constant failures at the local betting house.
The evening of the approaching Thursday was settled for whatever Viola had in her mind for her husband.
Benjamin came home from school that day to find his aunt moving around the house friskily, trying to hide a layer of latent anxiety that could not escape her face. Mother was calm as usual. She hardly gets disturbed and it is very difficult to stir her in any way, knew Benjamin.
He was put to bed hours before the routine time. Something seemed strange for a second, something that he couldn’t put his finger on, but then he went into his room happily to finish his book. Mother told him to lock up and wished him a good night and left.
Around midnight, a sudden noise woke him up, a bang like a full bodied thud hitting the floor. He opened the door and took baby steps into the dining room. There is absolute stillness in the air. It takes exactly ten steps from his room to the dining hall. At his seventh step, what he saw sealed his fate forever. His mother is standing around the corner of the table , and his aunt at a distance .
At the feet of Mother was a pale and cadaverous aspect. The corpse of his father lying on the floor,his eyes extended his fear and shock in his last moment. The blood on the floor went all the way to his Aunt, where Benjamin revisited Mandi’s face. This time he noticed the accomplished expressions of a clumsy yet enthusiastic soul. Mandi was still breathing heavily from her stupendous effort in the episode that was perhaps too radical for anyone in the room to grasp.
Benjamin was disturbed from his stillness by Viola, she carried him into his room. Benjamin looked at his mother with searching eyes but Viola’s face still did not have any deflecting emotions. Only a stratum of coldness overlayed on her face. Even before Benjamin asked anything his mother’s disdain gave the answer. The answer that shrieked at him all too clearly.
The next morning Benjamin was sent to his grandmother’s house. She lived in the city with her new husband.
It would be good to cut the string for some time, thought Viola. She knew the loose end would be less sensitive after a few months. For Benjamin, she needed that time.