The House Where No One Screamed - A Brother’s Silence, A Sister’s Final Plea
Image by AI She waited for justice. She got silence. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions : The Pink Mutiny , The Black Waters , Dream In Shackles The flames rose higher each time the wind shifted, bending sideways like they were trying to escape the weight of my sister’s body. The wood hissed, the ghee crackled, and the smoke curled into the evening sky in thick, grey spirals. I stood there, frozen, the heat burning my face while the cold inside my chest refused to melt. My mother sat beneath the old banyan tree, her saree soaked with tears and sweat, rocking back and forth like a child. She wasn’t screaming. She wasn’t fainting. She was crying the way guilty people cry — quietly, as if afraid someone might hear the truth in her sobs. Beside the pyre stood the neighbour, Rekha Aunty , the only person who had ever believed my sister. Her eyes were red, but her spine was straight. She held a steel plate of camphor, her fingers trembling. My wife, Asha , stood slight...
