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Trudging on the fine line of distinction between innocence and indifference, 5-year old Vaidehi, sitting quietly on the backseat of the white Toyota Camry looked out of the window. On the front seat were her new parents, 35-year old Natasha and her husband.
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The rain outside was relentless, as if the sky was crying its heart out. Vaidehi could hardly see anything on the outside as she tried to clear the mist off the window with her fumbling hands.
At the porch of the distant small house, she could see little hands waving in the air bidding her goodbye. She could not make out their faces but she sure will remember their names....forever. Ad-mist the waving children stood her 'Amma' waving with one hand and wiping off her tears with the other.
Vaidehi could not see her face either but she sure will remember that pink-sari, one of the only two, that her Amma ever had.
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Clutching on to her only doll, she hesitantly mumbled out.'Will you bring me back to this place when I am a little older and ask you to?'
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This was the first time Vaidehi had spoken in a non monosyllable. Ever since her talks of adoption had begun, all Natasha ever heard from her was a 'yes' or a 'no'.
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Natasha,too,overflowing with emotions could not stop herself and in that twilight of joy and tears, tried to console Vaidehi with a 'yes' with all the sincerity in her voice she could muster.
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But, how Natasha wished she never has to..how she wished she never has to bring Vaidehi 'back to this place'. How she feared..how she feared for those questions that will creep up in her 'daughter's' mind then..then..when she will not be naive anymore..
The Questions..the Answers to which only time can give or rather heal..
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She turned her face away from Vaidehi and looked straight, noticing those raindrops falling on the windshield of the car and how they were swept away by the wiper in one quick motion.
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How Natasha wished that the raindrops of Vaidehi's bitter past would also get wiped away in time by time.
How she wished the season of rain would leave Vaidehi's life only never to return.
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'The Ernakulum Orphanage' faded among those raindrops as the Camry drove into the rain towards the station..
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