She was listening - "A for apple, B for ball" recited playfully by a small voice - the innocence and musical rhythm that to her untrained ears became pieces of music that you yearn to hear. She could peek through the small crack in the door and her eyes got dazzled by the bright colors and the unicorns and fairies. But the most intriguing of all was the sweet fragrance that seemed to ebb her other senses. She felt dizzy and clutched the soggy dirty rag tightly with both hands to regain the assurance of reality.She must return to work, the adult in her seem to suggest. But the inquisitive child in her rooted herself to the spot, motionless, against all fear and inhibition.
Reality dawned on her when she sensed someone standing right behind her. She startled and crouched down. "So what are we doing over here, loitering? Haven't you been ordered not to peep into that room, not to come into this part of the house?" Her mistress's harsh voice rained down on her like punches while she tried to cower down as low as possible, fighting tears and shame at something she didn't quite pinpoint.
Her Mother's face glowered in the coal fire and the wrinkles on the premature face made her wonder how much Maa must have aged in these two years. Trying to earn two square meals for the both of them seemed a monumental task in this city of dreams and joy. Under the fire, the whole shack seemed more gloomy with the shadows dancing and angry sparks flying in between. She tried her best to keep her eyes open - trying to concentrate on the "History Std. V" book. But no matter what, her eyelids kept drooping and she gave up resisting altogether. She dreamt about Baba - they were going to their village fair in new colorful clothes. There were lots of people, fireworks and lots of syrupy sweets. She held his hand but somehow couldn't see his face. Then something happened and she was snatched from her Baba's hands. The frantic unending search ensued and she woke up panting and sweaty. She found Maa sleeping close by and hugged her tightly.
The door was open. She threw furtive glances around. Nobody seemed to be coming this way. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could hardly breathe. All her resistance crumbled as she entered the world of her dreams. The room was bigger than her whole shack and every wall was colored with very bright colors with various cartoons drawn on it. She tried to take it all in. The sights and smell all fused in and she felt nauseated. Something attracted her attention. A red polka dotted handkerchief.
Fat teardrops ran down. Her mistress was calling up the guards to throw her outside. The red handkerchief lay infront of her.
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This story was first written by me in 8th grade and published in a small magazine. But the story stayed along with me. Hope you like it.
Reality dawned on her when she sensed someone standing right behind her. She startled and crouched down. "So what are we doing over here, loitering? Haven't you been ordered not to peep into that room, not to come into this part of the house?" Her mistress's harsh voice rained down on her like punches while she tried to cower down as low as possible, fighting tears and shame at something she didn't quite pinpoint.
Her Mother's face glowered in the coal fire and the wrinkles on the premature face made her wonder how much Maa must have aged in these two years. Trying to earn two square meals for the both of them seemed a monumental task in this city of dreams and joy. Under the fire, the whole shack seemed more gloomy with the shadows dancing and angry sparks flying in between. She tried her best to keep her eyes open - trying to concentrate on the "History Std. V" book. But no matter what, her eyelids kept drooping and she gave up resisting altogether. She dreamt about Baba - they were going to their village fair in new colorful clothes. There were lots of people, fireworks and lots of syrupy sweets. She held his hand but somehow couldn't see his face. Then something happened and she was snatched from her Baba's hands. The frantic unending search ensued and she woke up panting and sweaty. She found Maa sleeping close by and hugged her tightly.
The door was open. She threw furtive glances around. Nobody seemed to be coming this way. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could hardly breathe. All her resistance crumbled as she entered the world of her dreams. The room was bigger than her whole shack and every wall was colored with very bright colors with various cartoons drawn on it. She tried to take it all in. The sights and smell all fused in and she felt nauseated. Something attracted her attention. A red polka dotted handkerchief.
Fat teardrops ran down. Her mistress was calling up the guards to throw her outside. The red handkerchief lay infront of her.
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This story was first written by me in 8th grade and published in a small magazine. But the story stayed along with me. Hope you like it.