When Mumma Kills Cockroach

  Savy was a pretty petite little girl. She was gentle in many ways and also kind-hearted. She was blessed with a beautiful voice and loved to sing. She had many qualities in her. She was righteous and a God-fearing person. She had never harmed anyone in her life and was an ardent believer of nonviolence.

However, there was one thing that made her waiver from all these qualities. Whenever she saw any creepy little cockroach, her soft sweet voice turned into a scream, which could scare even the scariest ghost. And she would jump upon here and there, looking for a safe corner, as though in the entire universe she was the only target left for the little cockroach to attack and destroy. Whenever this happened, the little cockroach too screamed in its own language, probably audible to its own progeny, and move around here and there in confused gestures, trying to find an escape.

A confusion would always prevailed, so long as an interference was made by the mighty lady of the house, who was popularly known as ‘Mumma’. Though Mumma always tried her best to keep her home a no cockroach zone, but sometimes one or two would emerge out of their secret domain.

Now, ‘Mumma’ was also a very spiritual person and like all people believed in complete nonviolence. But seeing such drama happening in the house, she would rush in with a bottle of anti cockroach spray and mercilessly spray it around the little cockroach. The cockroach would wriggle its legs and die of suffocation.

Sometimes when the spray can be empty and there was nothing left inside, Mumma would just take out one of the bathroom slippers adorning her feet and make an aim with the other hand. Holding the slipper in one hand, she would mercilessly throw it down to the little cockroach with all the power in her hands. Smashing the creature and pinning it down to the floor.

Poor soul! Mumma would think, feeling quite guilty of having committed a brutal murder. But then she would console herself thinking that maybe she was the redeemer of the soul of the cockroach. Maybe the cockroach will bless her instead, of giving him the freedom from its creepy body. Mumma would say a short prayer for it to find salvation and a better place to be born again if need be. Thus getting rid of the guilty conscience which would have otherwise haunted her and get back to work.