Abstract
A girl. Her name is Shova. She used to be in the city - 'on the line'! She earned money through bodily transactions in the blue light of the night. In the village, she had siblings. She loved them, cared for them. Teaching her siblings, arranging her sister's marriage -- all was for Shova's livelihood. But suddenly Shova's conscience awakened -- she decided to spend her ‘retirement life’ with her family in the village. Because, living in the artificial environment of the city, she had imagined, there is affection, love, fondness, illusion, attachment, empathy. There are relatives. There is social life and human well-being. There is assurance of happiness. As her thoughts, so her actions. After many days, Shova returned to the village. Where there used to be a small mud house with patched walls, now stands a big concrete house. Next to the entrance is a Kali temple and right in front of it is a big pond. Young boys and girls are playing in the busy yard. Hearing the received news, Shova learned that with the money she sent, land was bought and a house was built. But as soon as she stepped into the house, Shova heard the harsh rejection of her brother: 'House? Whose house? Do you want to stay with us? How dare you! Go wherever you used to spend your nights. There won't be any place for a girl like you here.' Crushed by the roots of her dreams, Shova returned to the city. The desire to live a dignified life bound her in the chains of her hidden heart's torment, extinguished in the black fire of kerosene the pain of the heart that bleeds on that night.
