Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Mithi's Sally

 

"Maaaaaa....!!!" Mithi's voice quivered as she ran down the steps, restless and tensed. "Ma, where is Sally? I left her on my bed before going to school."

Radha picked up her three-year-old, planted a long,noisy kiss on her cheek, and said, "Sally was old and tattered, wasn't she, Mithi? I'll get you a new one, a Birthday Barbie, I promise." 

Mithi's brown eyes welled up with tears. Her three-year-old mind knew she would never see her dear Sally again.

A chunk of Mithi's childhood died that day.

10 comments:

  1. What a touching story in so few words

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    1. Thank you Rajrupa! glad you liked it! I wanted to make it a 55 fiction, but couldn't fit in the emotion in even fewer words :(

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  2. Aah...I liked this a lot...

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  3. Oh! sometimes adults fail to see the connection.

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    1. Exactly so! such fragments of childhood are more precious than many other things in life!

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  4. Nice. Reminded me of the movie 'Toy Story'

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  5. Yeah. I know. Emotional value doesn't go to those who aren't as attached.

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