A frilly frock with a beautiful pink lace; A glistening pair of baby-sized anklets. A small box of kohl and a little doll house. They lay quietly; in the deep abyss of the fluffy pink basket.
Ma, Hope you and dad will be here this week? The doctor says the baby may come in earlier than we expected.
The cupboard was all set and ready with the best wardrobe a baby girl could ever want. It was a zoo theme for the nursery ~ cute elephants and giraffes danced together on the mellow yellow walls.
Rattle toys, sqawking toy parrots - this little princess would have it all.
Push gently sweetheart.. push.. push.. yes breathe breathe.. push.. .... ooooh the baby girl's here !!!
The tinkling of the wind chimes awakened Ruki. The baby lay snuggling against her, fast asleep. She watched, as sleep enveloped her precious granddaughter Deah.
And then, she shed a tear. For her little pink princess born 30 years ago, who didn't get a chance at life. The life which was now Deah's to live. She'd be grandma's precious angel; the keeper of her joys and unfulfilled dreams.
The fluffy pink basket came to life :)
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awwwwwww :)
That was such a nice story. Hope it was all fiction. Having said that it could the reality of many a girl child from the last few decades.
We have a story writing contest and would love to see you participate Urmila. Below are the details :
INDImag’s Katha Sagar Contest. USD $150/- in Prizes
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Stories have a way of connecting people and touching their hearts. Like a good cup of coffee, a thriller can stimulates one’s senses and linger on far after enjoying it, while at the diametric opposite end of the spectrum, a story that your grandmother narrated to you as a kid, soothed you to sleep and filled you with sweet dreams.
Stories, like clay, provide an endless medium of possibilities limited only by the author’s imagination. We want to unleash a sea of these stories. Hence Katha Sagar..
Beautiful!
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