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And the Taj Mahal mowed down...



Tempestuous winds were blowing, in the midnight. Clouds were dark and heavy with the rain .these all factors made sky feel gloomy .silence was echoing the approaching calamity. The clock showed its sharp 12:00 am, and 14 the February came .instead of roses, blood smelled. Instead of love, hatred was in the air.
The taj mahal, so called memorial of love was about to be demolished .in Agra near the monument trees oscillated and eventually fell, Water Lake was boiling .eagles and crows were out of their nests.
It was the welcome omen for the spirit of Mumtaj Mahal, in whose death’s remorse the taj mahal was built.
Today it has come down to earth to destroy every symbol of vitriolic and fake love.
As she wanders around the city, she passes by the apartment where a girl was crying and sobbing out of the fear, trauma and cheat. She has been betrayed and abandoned by her partner, after she became pregnant with his child. Guy left her by saying-that it was not love but a time pass. The girl was at cross roads where she was unable to think what happened…she just cried and cried.
Seeing this spirit of Mumtaj Mahal got enraged .as the guy moved out on his bike, he dies in a brutal accident. Curse of the spirit.
As the spirit moved further around the city, she stops by the house where echoes of domestic violence were coming out. In morning husband beat his wife, but in night he bought for her necklace, other cosmetics to keep her beautiful and to satisfy his casual burst of sex...
He convinced her that in morning he used violence to bring her on right track.
He then forced himself on top of her by impaling her through. She terribly cries out.
Can cosmetics or jewellery ever do way with the scars of domestic violence and marital rape?
. Spirit of Mumtaj was again fueled and in the night the husband died of food poisoning
Meanwhile in Agra the Taj Mahal was completely demolished. Only debris of the marbles was lying on the surface. Eagles and crows surrounded the graveyard of the love.
ASI department was dumbstruck at this news .they could not decide how it all happened?
Weather department gave no warning climatic disruptions, neither earthquake was forecasted.
Home ministry and intelligence agency too were surprised at the event. They were in the dilemma that again in spite of every measure their system again lapsed and they failed to predict anti-humanity activities from cross border.
Media persons were getting ready to cover this story .breaking this event would make their journalistic career..
While everybody was seeing this collapse according to their field of interest, ShobhanSarkar thought – was ASI on other mission to dig out gold beneath the Taj Mahal, without informing him?
In Agra, crowd came around the debris of Taj Mahal .Everybody was discussing how on the day of love such unfortunate event occurred.
From the debris of Taj Mahal then emerged the spirit of Mumtaj Mahal. The spirit was dressed in medieval mughal attire and jewelry .Her eyes were not outlined by ‘surama’ but blood was flowing through her eyes. The anger and agony was supreme.
Seeing this crowd panicked and their faces went pale by the fear.
The spirit approaches crowd and spoke-
“People don’t take me by shock; I came here not to harm anyone but to eradicate every trace of vitriolic love from the earth. For centuries this monument stood and narrated the tale of fake love to the entire world, but time has come when this has to be destroyed.
This night reminds me of the night I died in labor pain, while I was about to deliver my 15th child. On June 7 1631 I died in the name of love.
Where is love...That man who used me as a machine to have sex, did he truly love me.No.it was my illusion that he loved me. He never made love, he made war. What kind of love is that, that did not respect the body of a woman? Shah Jahan gave me good costumes, beautiful jewellery...but never respect...For him woman’s body was the object to be consumed, and battle to be won.
Men treat women’s body as pasture land to graze endlessly until the wild animal is fully satisfied…and women mistake it for love. Man has been dominant part of the society. Penis has always been a dominant, proud and shameless organ in the society. If a woman has to be embarrassed, conquered and brought to hell man shows her the power of penis.
‘Shah Jahan built Taj Mahal in my love’…what the failed histories you people have been told. Now I see no love –reason for building of Taj Mahal.
Shah Jahan’s idea of love is visible in today’s behavior of men as well...Therefore I killed two of them this night.
Even today women does not have right over her reproductive choices .man goes on feeding on her ,endless children are born ,women’s health deteriorates and the she dies. Till she delivers a ‘baby boy’, she is used as machine for sex and reproduction. Men don’t go for contraception, because it reduces their pleasure.
The bloody Shah Jahan had he truly loved me my health would have been his priority. He later fell in love with my daughter Jahanjara...he needed someone to satisfy his bursts.
You people were befooled that Taj Mahal was the symbol of love when it was the symbol of patriarchal love and abuse. Therefore it has to be destroyed.
I came down on earth to tell you people that always question the act of love when you sense the betrayal .This valentine day change the agenda for love…
Saying this spirit vanished in the heaven and sung hymns of hatred for Shah Jahan.
Tere waste mera ishq khufiyaanaa,mera ishq khufiyana…





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