Significance of the title 'Can You Make Out' by Kumar Vikal - By Fathima Heena Hasmi

 The title 'Can you make out' by Kumar Vikal is very significant in today's context in India. Seeing the blood splattered on the road can you tell whose blood it is by smelling it? Is it the blood of a Hindu, a Muslim, a Sikh a Christian, a brother or sister.(It is not possible) There is a Tiffin-carrier half hidden among the stones that are scattered on the road. There is a sweet smell of bread coming from it. Can you tell to which caste the smell belongs? No. There are blood stained clothes, worn out shoes, broken cycles, books and toys. Can you tell to which nationality do they belong? The mother is waiting for her daughter from the school without knowing that she has been killed. Can you find out the creed of those tears flowing down from the mother? And do you know the inner meaning of the cries of the wounded that are in hospital? The author identifies the blood as that of the man whose tiff in- box emits the sweet smell of bread. The blood belongs to the caste of those who ply the bicycles, who spend their dreams among the office files. The blood-stained clothes belong to the weaver, shoe maker, the farmer author, maker of toys or the man who lights up lamppost in the dark lanes of the town. The author can also light a lamp. But he cannot tell the religion of the tears of the mother whose daughter is never going to come back from the school. The author can apply balm to the wounds of the wounded. But he cannot tell the inner meaning of their cries.

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