There
was once a mother in one of the innumerable villages of India. Her family
experienced extreme poverty. The father found a way to get some food on the
table. He only had to sell his pre-pubescent daughter to prostitution. That
would ensure food for the entire family for quite a few days. The mother
accepted the fate, only to retract on the last day before the deal was sealed. On
that day, she killed her daughter.
Disclaimer:
This story is partly true.
***
Leaving
aside the linear ideal of what constitutes kindness, the third Literary
“writing” Party of The Pine Cone Review jumps into the muddy waters of the
human consciousness. Each and every piece in this issue questions the high
moral ground that kindness necessarily implies. Each and every piece in this
issue humanises kindness, giving it the traits of the fragile human soul.
Hope
your soul is enamoured in one way or the other.
Best
wishes,
Susmita
Paul
Graz, November
13, 2020
