THE YAKSHI AND HER LOVER (story) S.Sarojam

               (Dear Readers, this is my own translation of my Malayalam story 'Yaksharagam'.  written in .2007 and the original story is published in the book..ആകാശത്തേക്ക് പറക്കുന്ന അക്ഷരങ്ങള്‍.)
           
            He stood in front of her. It was a public place and she was naked too.

      It was his habit to stand with staring eyes  in front of  beautiful statues, especially of women. Ofcourse, he was a  young fellow  with full passion  for the huge statues. He used to enjoy the structural beauty of the extraordinary  creations  at different angles and at different visinities.  His beauty crazed mind  used to depict the enchanting  beauties  and  mysteries of  the  faminine nature on those  female statues.  Sometimes he  even dreamed to be their play-mate  and had wonderful experiences of  lust with them. It was in such a dream vision that the beautiful ‘YAKSHI’ entered his mind and her naked beauty  heated his bloodvessels.

     He had heard that ‘YAKSHI’ is the prime example of the wonderful imagination and artistic perfection  of the renowned Indian sculptor and he wished to experience it with his own eyes. That is why he came here  from miles and miles away.

Oh the ‘YAKSHI!  The enchanting  figure carved out of a single piece of rock!

   He fixed his eyes open on her  and wondered:

What may be the feminine emotions that inspired the sculptor as he carved  this lively figure!

       He wondered and wondered:  How to express my admiration to the great  sculptor!  How to congratulate him for filling the madness of the lusty waves in to the eyes of a rocky woman!

       It is true, the rain and the sun  dimed her shining.  Waterweeds   covered her body as the ashes on burning fire.  But  the fireblowing  structure still remains as  it was.

           His sharp eyes massaged her body  with  burning  lust.   His mind and body craved for her. 
Then he felt as if her rocky body is filling with life . 
 Yes, now, she is  a lonly woman in the midst of a beautiful garden.

‘Hallo, YAKSHI,  How he made your structure so  sexy? By which scale  of beauty he marked your measurements?’ He murmered and hugged her with love and lust.

 Her eyes glittered and her lips moved.

‘Hallo, youngman, are you in love with me ? Or you feel lust only ?’ she asked.

‘I feel both, love and lust.’ He answered.

‘For years I was  looking for a  loving  man like you to disclose my sorrows. That   man…. the great man you admire  is to be blamed  for my  plight; yes, he alone is responsible, the renowned sculptor. Now, he is not even thinking of me . In those days….  I felt  the sound of his hammer and chisel  like a lover’s  heartbeets ; the cutting and smoothing  were  like his gentle touches. He  made me with  great love and care. My heart was filled with joy and pride.   I was dreaming of an everlasting  lovelife with him.
        But alas! At last... he left me here naked  and went away with all my cloths. Iam here  day and night,  waiting and waiting for him. Here…..  oh! I wish I could  shut my eyes and years , or to run away from this place. But where am I to go? Is there any place to shelter the orphans like me ? Who am I to believe? Protectors and slaughters  have the same face. They shower the fragrance of   care and kindness in the daylight. But in the darkness, they shower the foul smell of their dirty lust.  Iam fed up with this life. I wish if I could commit suicide.  But…. I know suicide is not the  means to end the grievance. Iam afraid  if I am  born again to be here like this.  oh!  I can’t  even think of that.’

         On hearing the sad story of the YAKSHI , the burning lust of the youngman melted like snow in the hot sun . With sincere love , he asked her:

‘My dear beauty, tell me what should I do to make you happy?’

‘Youngman, can  you sit by my side as  naked as me, forever?’

He was shocked to hear  her wish.

       She continued: ‘God made all the creatures in pair, isn’t it ? Eve was made from the rib of Adam while he was fast asleep. Why? To make him happy . The man who made me in single  don’t know that? He may not be knowing  the emotions and  feelings of the  statues. He may not be able to hear the cry from the depth of their heart?  Perhaps, he may be a saddist who feel proud and happy at the sorrows and pains of his own creations. ‘

 The youngman couldn’t answer her questions.

‘Dear youngman,  I think you can help me.  Findout where he is and bring him before me. I want to ask  him  loud and loud ‘where is my man? where is my YAKSHA ?’

The youngman  went in search of her creator.

         He saw the great sculptor  smoothing another naked statue in the memorial place of a great poet. It was the statue of a woman  with all the beauties in the universe filled in her body and  all the emotions of nature in her heart.

‘Hey, Master sculptor, why are you  placing  female statues naked  in public places ? This is so cruel.’ The young man shouted.

The  sculptor slowly turned his face and looked at the  youngman rudely. Then he turned to his work.

‘In nature each and every livingbeing is  in pair. But you are creating women  without their lifepartners. Are you  violating  our traditional poetic justice  ‘ma nishadaa…’?’ The youngman  raised his voice.

‘People may see and enjoy the beauty of your creations.  They may  honour you with praises and awards. But I have a request to  the great sculptor- You should be kind enough to put an end to the lonliness of the naked statues.

‘My creations are  beautiful and meaningful because as they  are  so.’ The sculptor replied.

    On hearing the stubborn  reply, the youngman uttered  as if he has made a strong decision  to do something:

‘If so, I will do it.  Before the earth is burned in  grief of these orphaned beauties, I must do it.’

The sculptor stared in anger at the youngman.

 The youngman  walked away with determination.

As the sculptor stood staring at the stubborn youth, an alarming question  entered his mind like a restless wave.

‘Is this youngfellow going to violate my law of creation?’

In haste, he took the chissel .

And like the Perumthacha………