Chapter One
All she wanted
was a little love in return. Sangeeta did every possible thing to get her
mother’s attention but every time she failed.She topped in her class and even
worked harder at being the best disciplined student at school.She would never
even think of doing something that would make her mother scold her.She was the
best girl,best student above all the best daughter but nothing simply would
bring praises or love to her.But she never gave up trying because all she had
was her mother.She was the world around her.She didn't have a single memory of
her father for he had passed away when she was one month old.
She had noticed a
strange sadness clouded her mother’s face but she didn't know the reason.She
contemplated various reasons,whether she was behaving bad,or she dressed bad or
looked bad.She worked on each one over and over trying to rectify whatever
flaws she could find or assume to find.Her neighbors and even the entire
locality adored her praising her every now and then but except for that one
person.
She loved and
adored her aunt,who was the only other person who was family.She, as a matter
of fact got all the motherly love from her.She spent nights chatting with
her,listening to fairy tales and about her father and brother.Just after her 9th
birthday she had asked her aunt one night about more details on her brother.And
that night passed talking all about him.He was 10 years old when he died of pneumonia.She had absent minded asked “Did mother love him?”and her aunt
had replied laughing
“Of course my dear!"
She had come to a
conclusion that her brother was the one whom mother loved and now that he isn't there there wasn't any love left for her.She didn't even for slightest moment envied him for this,in fact she was rather happy that he got so much love.
Though it was a
thought out of a child’s mind but it was true,her mother could bear the loss of
her husband’s death but losing her beloved son was too much to take.She grew
quieter after that incident and to some extent lost a part of herself in the
process.A part being a mother to the other child.


very interesting story to start off again :) :)
ReplyDeleteThank u Arjun :-)
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