there was this little girl who lived happily with her mom and dad....a day came when a beautiful lady walked into their house....she was much elder to her and much younger to her parents....the girl called her mashimoni as she was a friend of the girl's aunt....mashimoni soon became a great friend of the girl....she started taking her out for children's movies, circus shows, zoo etc etc...the girl got very attached to the lady....so did the lady to the girl....the girl wud often stay with this lady at her house and vice versa...
one day when this girl woke up in the middle of the night....to her horror she found her mom sitting outside the house and crying....she did not knw what to say....she had always seen her mom the most chirpy and happy lady....she slowly got back to her bed without even letting her mom realize tht someone has seen her...
days passed by...the girl wud find her mom upset most of the time...she wud often sob and not take her dinner.....the girl was too small to understand what was going on in the house then....
days passed by...the girl wud find her mom upset most of the time...she wud often sob and not take her dinner.....the girl was too small to understand what was going on in the house then....
she kept silent and did not talk about it to anyone....
one day she found her parents fighting...soon it became a regular affair at her home....often she would hear loud noise, abusive words and cry of her mom....she wud take a book, sit in the corner of her room and read loudly so that the noise does not reach her....
durga puja arrived....the much awaited festival of the bengalis....the girl waited for happiness to fly into their house....she went to shop with her parents and mashimoni....they shopped...her mom was smiling all the time...they shopped for everyone....grandparents...younger people....the mashimoni....the girl bought one beautiful dress....her mom bought a south indian silk....they bought the masimoni a lovely churidaar....they ate in a chinese restaurant before heading home....
the girl was very tired and was dying to hit the bed....soon she fell asleep....after sometime loud noises woke her up...to her horror she found her parents were fighting again....she slowly got down from the bed...and went close to her parent's room....pressing her ear on the door she heard her mom question her dad....you did not tell mee that you bought her another piece of cloth...i didnt bother to...was what the dad replied....
the girl did not knw what to do...she cried through the night...the durga puja was pale and mundane....she began going to school after the puja...she wud not speak to her friends...she became very quiet....
after a month it was the time for diwali...a diwali the girl wud never forget....every diwali she wud go out with her dad to the para pujo pandal....she was scared of crackers....and wud dare not go out on the street alone....
this diwali was different...she was waiting for her dad to come back from work....she was dressed in new clothes...it was getting late...and her dad had not come yet.... she was crying...and complaining to her mom....her mom was silent....
she fell asleep after crying a lot....her dad came when it was late...the sound of the calling bell woke her up...she jumped down from her bed and rushed to the door....before she reached she heard her mom question her dad where he was...he said plainly he was out with sampa.....it the name of the masimoni....they had gone out for pandal hopping across kolkata....
the coldness in her dad's voice is something the girl can never forget....
she has grown up now....the masimoni has got married long time back....she became blind while giving birth to her child.....her parents stay together....happily or not the girl does not knw....
durga puja arrived....the much awaited festival of the bengalis....the girl waited for happiness to fly into their house....she went to shop with her parents and mashimoni....they shopped...her mom was smiling all the time...they shopped for everyone....grandparents...younger people....the mashimoni....the girl bought one beautiful dress....her mom bought a south indian silk....they bought the masimoni a lovely churidaar....they ate in a chinese restaurant before heading home....
the girl was very tired and was dying to hit the bed....soon she fell asleep....after sometime loud noises woke her up...to her horror she found her parents were fighting again....she slowly got down from the bed...and went close to her parent's room....pressing her ear on the door she heard her mom question her dad....you did not tell mee that you bought her another piece of cloth...i didnt bother to...was what the dad replied....
the girl did not knw what to do...she cried through the night...the durga puja was pale and mundane....she began going to school after the puja...she wud not speak to her friends...she became very quiet....
after a month it was the time for diwali...a diwali the girl wud never forget....every diwali she wud go out with her dad to the para pujo pandal....she was scared of crackers....and wud dare not go out on the street alone....
this diwali was different...she was waiting for her dad to come back from work....she was dressed in new clothes...it was getting late...and her dad had not come yet.... she was crying...and complaining to her mom....her mom was silent....
she fell asleep after crying a lot....her dad came when it was late...the sound of the calling bell woke her up...she jumped down from her bed and rushed to the door....before she reached she heard her mom question her dad where he was...he said plainly he was out with sampa.....it the name of the masimoni....they had gone out for pandal hopping across kolkata....
the coldness in her dad's voice is something the girl can never forget....
she has grown up now....the masimoni has got married long time back....she became blind while giving birth to her child.....her parents stay together....happily or not the girl does not knw....
she is trying to forgive her dad for what he did.....most of the time she fails to do so....
