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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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Nice one. Liked the narrative. Wonder if orphans really like orphanages. I somehow have idea of orphanages as dens of corruption (All the maids and caretakers I mean)that any kid would just want to get away from those and never come back.
ReplyDeleteNice one. Thats a touching post.
ReplyDeleteIt touched my heart.. Happy to have you in Blog-a-Ton.. I wish you to write more of this kind to make people aware of things..
ReplyDeleteGood luck for BAT....and ~ the pic became our.. the home became our... ~
Someone is Special
Very nice. A touching post indeed. I do think when years pass by in an orphanage, the kids think it as their home.
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ReplyDeleteIt was a touching post...I wish everyone was so good and cared for kids who are not their own! And yes orphanages are nothing like they show in the Indian Telly most of the time...people do take care of the kids and that was depicted beautifully by you :)
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it was truly a wonderful read...u really have brought out both side emotions well...looking forward to more such posts!!:)
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ReplyDeleteActually I had no intention of showing the plight of orphanages or glorify their image through the post. All I wanted to bring out was the emotional turmoil that the newly adopted girl child n the mother go through.
May be the title to this post is a little misleading.
Considering this is my first post on blog-a-ton, I ll be a careful in the next one:)
@ The Fool,Siddhesh, SiS, Leo, Fatima
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for stopping by and commenting..
Looking forward to having a nice time on blog-a-Ton.
New here..your comments and suggestions will help me a lot in improving.
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I am sure you will.. Stopped here to read your response.. Hmm, thanks for your sweet comment on my post.. and do vote for your Favorite entries here
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beautful, simple and loving.........i hate that mother leaving her child like this..stupid mother:(....nice one suggestion though instead of using orphanage you could have used a better word may be as simple as "child home"...:)
ReplyDeletepoor child! i love da feel u gave to this article, we should b aware of all aspects of life at both extremes.
ReplyDeletenicely written down :)
Excellent write-up! The emotions were awe-inspiring! Definitely one of the best I've read so far.
ReplyDeleteHeart-felt and well-written piece for Blog-a-Ton. Thanks for a good read. Most engaging.
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The intrinsic tears of orphans is very well represented and reflected in your words . Apt depiction and interpretation of the pic :-)
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