Here, the author brings to light a matriarchal society where women are strong, independent and in the lead. They are the ones who govern their community and civilization. Women are portrayed as hunters who can kill for food and safety. He shows how even during those times, the ‘cart’ of society required the male and female to work together. He shows that while women tracked their prey, men stood behind them like rocks and supported them.
As it is pertinently said:
you might not require anyone to stay with you throughout, but you do want someone to support you, always.
In this story, the women are self-sufficient, but they require their men to be with them, to carry the kill, to have a place to rest their heads after a long tiresome day. To the women, their men are the shade of a tree in the wilderness of a desert, a gush of solace in the face of probable peril.
I feel that the author has tried to link himself with the people of the olden times. He wants to highlight the significant similarities and the traits we have inherited from our ancestors. They too, like us, have the habit of capturing every aspect of their life. Only the media have changed. While they engraved their present in the rocks as paintings, we post and socialize on social media. We have a Facebook page, where we showcase our talents, and create a timeline to tell the world where we are and what we are up to. Just as we create our Facebook wall, they too painted their timelines on rocks. Same difference, right?
Man and woman depended on and trusted each other then and now. They had to look past a differing outlook, forgive each other’s errors and come together to make their community a better place. Even today, work is placed on a delicate balance. If one side of the scale tips, puff! Destruction and cracks.
For those who say that the world now is different, the author has successfully amalgamated their views. He says that yes, the times have changed, but the people are just the same. What has changed is their resources, their needs, their habits, but NOT their true, deep-rooted nature.
Sanchita Kamath studies in 12th grade at PACE Junior Science College and calls herself a silent thinker, a bold writer and a reckless doer.