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Today is my my birthday. I would turn 8 years old today. My parents will throw a party and all my friends. we will play lots of games.

I think I'll wear my new green dress for my party with those wonderful matching shoes. I can already imagine all my freinds admiring my dress and all my uncles and aunts praising me in it.

See here comes Mummy. I think she is going to take out that green dress for me. Ah! there it is.. see I told you, didn't I ? But where is Mummy going with the dress? I am sitting right here. she is suppose to take me along to dress me. It' alomost time for teh guests to arrive.

Mummy! mummy ! am right here. I run behind her as quickly as my lil' feet can take me. Mummy! why can't you hear me ' Ma'. Can't you see me?I am standing right in front of you.Why are you making "Munna" wear that green dress? That was fro me to wear. Can you really not see me? Do I really not exist inthis world?

But...but .....you often talk to me , when evr you are alone. I have even seen you cry sometimes. You can't deny it , I have seem you cry Ma. I have.

Why 'Ma'? Why did you go to meet doctor uncle that day? He put some sharp thing around me . It had been really painful. I shouted out to you so many times , but you seemed to be sleeping. Was I that bad ? I prmomised I wouldn't have troubled you ever.

Why did you leave me there in that medical tray? You know ,they just threw me outside in the waste disposal chamber after you left. 'Ma' don't you miss me???

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