The Prisoner was waiting for her verdict. The Judge known as out "Prisoner at the Bar". There was faltering in his voice. There was a knot of difficulty and throbbing of the old man's heart. The Prisoner had to resolve his issue. So she smiled at him. As the Judge cried he looked away, and the Prisoner felt he was like her Father. There was black cap waiting on the table for the Judge. It implied death. It was meant for the Judge to look like Yama. The convict pitied him for his problems and loved him for his tenderness. There was mercy in the Judge's face. Possibly he would not don the black cap. This was the moment of eternity. It was a condensation of all that occurred. It was the moment of a drowning particular person yielding his final breath. Maybe the convict was to be drowned not in river or tears or passion, but in mercy. But mercy was not coming soon after all. The hands of the Judge fumbled towards the black cap. It meant that the convict, the mother of Sona Mona was to be condemned.
It is in this moment of eternity that the life story of the convicted lady, the mother of Sona Mona is flashed just before the eyes. Sona was a modest girl youngster, not far more than 4 feet tall, who would bath joyously in the tap water of the wall. Mona was younger. Mona was a child girl whose name had no which means, but was meant to rhyme with Sona which meant gold. The lady had these two tiny daughters.
But to her amazement, anger and disappointment the verdict was that she was to live. She would be imprisoned for 4 years. The moment of eternity came to an end with the sentence. She was a victim of the old man's mercy. She prayed for insanity but it did not come. The ringing voices of her two modest daughters whom she had killed rang in her ears. 2b1af7f3a8