NOTE: I barely use any picture that is not painted by me. Some people think that its stealing because most of the pictures ( a massive collection) I have are without any name attached to it. So to get rid of this problem permanently I started to repaint any picture I was able to repaint and follow that for every “theme” writing and their logos. I repaint the picture or paint some thing rhyming with the work. Hope that’s forgivable!
She kept swinging, her tiny feet barely reaching the ground. The trees and vines were her only friend.
She talked with them, caressed them. Whenever a branch brushed her she imagined that her friends were caressing her.
She felt a sense of peace and fulfillment whenever she was here, with them.
Soon she will have to go back home and start doing the chores. One look at the thin, elfish girl’s face will break any heart. She was barely ten or eleven years old, her hair was inexpertly combed and ponytailed, her dress displayed absence of adult supervision.
She jumped down from the swing and headed home. Her father has been away for a week, everyone said that he will bring a new mother for her.
“Just wait till your step mother comes!” Lalita auntie has said last night before handing her over her meal. “You will be happy that I was kind enough to give you any thing at all.”
Her only fault was she asked for a little curry with the dry bread.
She could not remember her mother. She has been branded “evil” because her mother passed away during her birth. Lalita auntie called her a witch, her father lived in Mumbai, he used to send her money for bringing up Tapasi; the money was well utilized for other better purposes, the absent father did not knew or cared for any thing.
Finally, after years he remarried and was coming here to fetch Tapasi.
An ugly, skinny woman was sitting in the verandah, “This is Tapasi.” Lalita auntie introduced them, “This is your mother, touch her feet.”
“Its alright darling!” the woman kissed her cheek.
“Eat your snacks Tapu.” Lalita auntie was always sweet when Tapasi’s father visited them. Well, this is the second time she remembers him visiting her. The first time he brought lots of gifts and dresses for her, things which vanished the day he left.
Next morning she was sitting on a train. Her new mother was extremely sweet to her. Taking care of every thing, her every need.
“I don’t think Lalitadi took any care of Tapu.” her father said regretfully. “I left her here thinking she will be better here but I think I was wrong. I might have taken better care of her in Mumbai, on my own.”