Infertile.

Infertile.

The stone has been lying there for years, eons to be precise. Then one day they cleared ground, found it. They cut a big piece out of it. They started chipping it, polishing it. One might think this might have hurt it, but it was a stone, it didn’t have any feelings. But given a choice of gender, it would have been a she. Well, let us give it that gender and call it a she from now on.

So they chipped her, polished her and made her a huge penis. They took her to a huge dark room, pour butter, ghee and milk and anointed it and escalated it to the status of the God. She was a huge penis, worshipped and praised, but still a penis.

Years and years went by; but compared to her age, well let us just say it was just a couple of seconds to her. The dark room was holy, but dark, so bats started inhabiting it. People came; they anointed her; more years passed.

Another day came in another age; some other people attacked the holy house. They got inside the dark room. They took her out. They cut her out out of her holy seat. They chipped and disfigured her and threw her out in the wild; Not the same place where she was originally found, but still in the wild.

So there she was, a chipped penis! What good would it be, one might think. But then, she was always infertile.