The Disobedient Daughter. (Flash Fiction) Dedicated to Jodah
Chelaji rode out on the evening sunshine with the man she loved, solemn, perplexed and broken with grief. She had a very heavy heart. Stripped bare in her Soul, with guilt and remorse her only inner companions, she began to reflect on where it all went wrong.
Now she could see the whole thing quite clearly. She had refused her father’s Love, betrayed her friend Elisha and got her killed. Along the way she was robbed, mugged and compromised; her dignity in tatters.
She blamed herself. Her father and best friend were now dead, and she was left only with a suffering that burned within, as if her emotions were on fire.
Of course Chelaji had known from her childhood, that we all come with a ‘heavenly package;’ that to an extent destiny was inevitable, and that she should not blame herself. Nevertheless, a negative spirit is a negative spirit, and as the emotions deepened, so too, was her views on life, coloured with darkness.
Lost in thought, Chelaji was suddenly awakened, by the soothing voice of the handsome and comforting man, on whose right shoulder she now leaned. Dishevelled, on horseback, and drifting aimlessly in the wind, she gave no thought for the morrow, and was lost in her own world of despair.
“Let us go home,” he said, placing his arms around her. “Let us go home.”
It all started when her mother left. As a child she was full of pranks anyway, but by and large, her mom, who was the firmer of the two parents, was mostly able to contain her. One day mom packed her things and left, leaving only a painful note, to say that she had ran off with another man.
Chelaji’s father was a quiet, unassuming man, a loving man who did the best, according to his own capacity, for his wife and child. He came home from work to find his daughter crying, holding the note which she had found in her parent’s bedroom.
Tapasi did his best, and brought up little Chelaji, until she was almost eighteen. In between there were visits, by the young man on whose shoulders she now cried, as well as his Fiancée Elisha, who became Chelaji’s best friend.
Elisha had a chronic illness, and was destined to die in seven years, unless her husband-to-be, could find and grow a flower, which in itself needed seven years to mature. He was to nurture this flower on a cold mountain without watering it, as only then, could he save Elisha’s life.
Chelaji became moodier as she got older, and was always challenging her father, especially when it came to the subject of men, as she had her heart set on marrying Elisha’s Fiancée. A childish dream, one might say, as they were nearly always together, very much in love, and at least a good ten years older than Chelaji. This was even more apparent, when she was younger.
Now, nearly eighteen, her father – as was the custom – had gone into the village to do some match-making, when Chelaji decided to make this fateful mistake of running away from home.
She eventually found her loved one on the mountain, but not before she had ran into some of the above-mentioned problems. One evening she was hungry; stopped at an inn for food and shelter, and had her first encounter with the world outside of home. It was not nice!
Wiser, and with some added help, Chelaji made her way up the mountain and finally found the man she loved. He was called Pitar. Both Pitar and his Fiancee embraced her excitedly, as an old friend, and, without thinking, took her to see the grown flower, which was being readied to save Elisha’s life.
It was the seventh year, and she was very weak. Pleasantries over, Pitar and Elisha retired, and Chelaji decided to have a walk around her new environment. In her carefree walk, and now feeling more refreshed, she decided to stroll into the garden where the flower was being grown. Noticing that it had not been watered for some time, she decided to water the flower, and as she did so, it wilted and died.
The next morning Elisha was very weak indeed. It was time to remove the flower, and make the magic portion to save her life. Pitar rose early and visited the garden to collect the plant, only to discover that the flower had died. Devastated, he got down on his knees and wept. Then he became hysterical and started screaming.
The first person to visit him was Chelaji, who told him of her mistake, and for the only time in his life, he lashed out and slapped her, and she fell. Needless to say, without the healing properties of the flower, Elisha died.
Once more Pitar would send Chelaji on her way, asking her to go back to her father. Unused to the ways of the world, she again ran into many dangers, suffering pain and humiliation on the way. Her father, who loved her dearly, had set out to look for her, and was caught by the very men who deflowered her beauty, tortured and killed.
Now, having escaped torture, being buried alive and other rather awful adventures too much to mention, Chelaji found herself saved and back into the arms of the man she loved. He had come to look for her, because he had learnt of her father’s death, and he had made a promise to her father to look after her, until the day she died.
So here we are, with Chelaji riding of into the sunset, finally alone with the man she loves, but with a heart heavier than stone, and reflecting on the choices that brought her to where she was. Heaven smiled and cried, as the horse gathered speed, and they both rode off into the dusk.
Manatita, the Lantern Carrier. Copyrighted, October 10th, 2015.
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