[This English translation of the Tamil story is a collaboration between Google AI Studio and V.N. Giritharan. The original Tamil version of the story follows the translation. Digital painting assistance (Google Nano Banana technique) by VNG.]
[This short story is one of my early works, written during the time "Thaayagam" (Canada) was published as a magazine under the name Manivaanan. It was published in the nineties when "Thaayagam" was released as a magazine. During that period, I also wrote several other short stories under the name Manivaanam, and the novel 'Kanangalum, Gunangalum' (Moments and Qualities).]
It was slowly getting dark. The sun, thrilled by the crimson horizon of dusk, passionately embraced the horizon, lost in itself. The pond bank was vast, serene. Flocks of birds flew back to their dwellings. Even at this hour, some kingfishers, with greedy anticipation, waited for prey on a nearby tree branch. A gentle breeze blew pleasantly in the tranquility.
Yamuna's gaze was sharp, fixed on the child playing on the grassy mound by the pond, and her other hand was extended, her gaze also on the expansive water surface. A broad forehead. Her thick hair was tied up.
She had a vibrant red complexion, clad in a simple sari. Those beautiful eyes, always dreaming, were now filled with a deep sadness. "This shouldn't have happened to her," I told myself. Anger, frustration, and disgust surged within me towards this rotten society; weren't its ideologies and practices the cause of her current state?






