Even then and now..

 "OUT OF MY SIGHT, NOW!" Surya admonished Bhumi for being an angry little child. She exploded every now and then, inheriting the fury from her volatile father. Being the third child in a row of nine, she bore the burnt of her furious father more often. Today when she retaliated, he had her punished for lifetime, sent her away in exile to work on her shortcomings and follies. Egoistic and head-strong, she jutted out of the family orbit only to find herself being held by strong binding forces. 

"I'm the your creator. Don't you try act smart with me!" Surya reminded her of her orgin. "First evolve, grow and then try to break free from reigns of my upbringing." Fathers could never express themselves well, even then and now. Like a rebellious teenager, Bhumi moved away from the patriarchal, tyranny rule of her father whom the entire universe worshipped, but couldn't go beyond her elder brother Venus's reach. He guffawed at her melting state, "So you too are thrown out! Enjoy the freedom baby, while still being in loop."

Advice or no advice, she had to create her own atmosphere, her own ecosystem. For first few days, she ate, drank and rejoiced in the new found independence, breaking all barriers of a disciplined home. Being away from an angry father, helped her cool down but not with terrible consequences of the merriment. 

One day, "Ouch! Oh my God, my tummy hurts badly!" Bhumi's bile churned and regurgitated. She shook and convulsed in pain, and then begun a series of vigorous vomitings of lava and magma. Rumbling in agony, she trembled in fear of distruption and prayed for a smooth recovery. Seeing her condition, the sky send a shower of relief, soaking her in pools of Adam's ale. A lesson learnt, she sulked in silence but not without making a resolution. A resolution to rotate on her own, a determination to function on her own. Staying in her father's shadows, she began her own family. Deeply in love with the blue Aakash, Bhumi basked in his glory. Wheatish, brownish Bhumi and the fair, bright Aakash were first to break the barriers of racism and caste. Diverse elements yet love for one, Aakash and Bhumi traversed the universe together. 

Surya was opposed to this union and like a rigid father he withdrew his light from a part of Bhumi. From brown to black, she fiddled like a zebra crossing. Not bowing to these celestial tortures, and continuing their love story, Bhumi gave birth to Chanda. Naughty yet loving, Chanda won the heart of his grandfather. Drawing inspiration from Surya, Chanda lit up his dark mother. Thus,  the family glowed in eternal light. 

Having grown as a motherless child, Bhumi became The Giving Mother to all that grew from her. Vruksha, Jeev and Manav were born. Manav being the youngest was the most pampered and dear to Bhumi. She allowed him to dance, jump, dig, bury and mess up her own being. She swallowed his follies like a warm mother. Years ago, she had stopped being cold and now she was only getting warmer. 

"This is too much! He cut my arm yesterday in a bid to play fire. I allowed his timeless hanging and climbing as an elder sister. But now I can't take it more." Vruksha complained nursing her broker bough. 

"Relax beta, he is only a child now. Doesn't realise his mistake." Bhumi tried to pacify her first born. After all the first borns were meant to bore the burnt of the younger siblings, even then and now. Vruksha frowned and curled her roots in disappointment. 

Not many days had passed, and Jeev came running, wailing loudly, "He is enroaching my territory. Isn't the land alloted to him enough! Ma, Manav is messing with me and Vruksha Didi. Because of him, she refuses to feed me. " Middle ones were pendulums, even then and now. 

"Understand my bacha, he is still young and you are the elder brother. Forgive him." Bhumi didn't know how long these assurances would work. She decided to talk with Manav. 

"Manav beta, what's wrong? Why are you troubling your sibblings?" She caressed him with cool winds. "I want to have fun. Fun and frolic, I care damn to want happens to them." Manav's audacity again churned Bhumi's bile but she forgave like a good mother. But the warm warnings, didn't help to discipline Manav. He went from worse to worst. Maligning, manifesting uglier versions of himself. She trembled in fury like her father, Surya, but to no avail. The pampering had shown adverse effects. 

Bhumi cried tears of apathy, flooding her surface, yet it made no difference to her dearest baby. He grew to be a famished monster ready to gobble whatever came his way. Unreasonable and unrealistic, Manav gulped down Vrusksha and Jeev's extended family. All was not well, and even Aakash cursed his paternity. Like a impotent spectator, he just passively observed the downfall. Not once but many times, his living too was punctured by rockets and missiles shot by Manav. Helplessly, both Bhumi and Aakash prayed for the end of their beloved child. 

Bhumi had decided that she would engulf him in her crust, after all the other children too mattered. And the day was not far away when she would bury his Ravana head in her womb, not allowing it to project out back again. Till then she missed her father Surya's fury, had she been a matriarch like him, today the need to kill her own progeny would not have arrived.