It was late in the evening, the 8 year old girl Divya had gone out to play. It was her birthday today, and she was wearing her favorite pink frock.
The pink frock has an interesting story behind it.
“Amma, I somehow need this pink frock for this birthday. Please buy me this, please.” she pleaded her mom.
Her mom was a coolie worker, whose daily wages were enough just to feed herself, Divya and her aging mother. Divya’s father had died when she was 3 years old. So there wasn’t much financial support from anyone for her mother. She was the sole earning member of the house.
It’s not often that Divya saw something and desired to have it. She always understood that they never had that luxury of having whatever they wished. She understood, that they were born poor. But this was the first time, she desired to have something.
So her mother somehow saved some money to get that pink frock from the shop. It had cost her Rs. 1500/-. But the happiness on Divya’s face when she wore that dress on her birthday, priceless.
She was eagerly awaiting for her happy daughter to return home after playing. That’s when she saw Divya entering the house.
As soon as she entered home, she immediately went to the small area which was partitioned like a bedroom with the help of a big cloth. She removed her pink frock and flung it away.
Her mom was upset. “Why would she do that?” she thought. So she called Divya and asked her. She was not in the mood to talk anything. She didn’t say a word.
“Ok, I have prepared chapati for dinner, your favorite. Come, let’s eat. Amma is hungry.” she said.
“No ma. I am not hungry today. Please, you have dinner.” Divya said.
After trying to force her to come to eat, a couple of times, she stopped.
What goes through a 8 year old girl? How could she know. She might have had some silly fight with some friend. Maybe someone told her that her frock isn’t good.
That’s what her mom was thinking. That’s when she observed Divya, picking up her diary and writing something. She had this habit of writing a diary. She would write something, color something, paste some pictures in that diary.. She never interfered in her daughter’s things, as she never understood what she wrote. She wasn’t educated and couldn’t read English. In fact, she could just speak in her native language.
But that day, she was curious to know what she had written and why she threw away her favorite pink frock, for which she had desired for since long. So after Divya slept, she went near her, kissed her forehead and picked up the diary. She opened the door carefully and went to her neighbour’s house, where a girl, roughly of around 14 years old, was reading her text book.
“Hey, you know to read right? Can you please read the last entry in the diary.” she pleaded with her, because she knew she was interrupting her studies.
But she acknowledged. The girl knew that she had never asked for something like this before and felt it was very important. So she read it.
She flipped the pages to reach the last written page. It read
“Today, on my birthday, my mom brought me my favorite pink frock.
I was so happy, but now I am not.
I wouldn’t have wore that pink frock.
Now I know why Mom didn’t buy me one for a long time.
Mom told that it was very expensive.
Mom told that it was meant only for rich people and not for poor.
But she didn’t tell me the real reason.
The real reason is, If I wear that pink frock, that uncle at the opposite of my house will lift it up and play with me like a toy.
Why didn’t she tell me that?
He also threatened me not to tell mom because he would hurt me, if I did.
So, I am writing it here. Why mom? Why didn’t you tell the real reason despite knowing it?
Here after, I would never wear that pink frock, in my entire life.”
Dear readers, please feel free to comment/critique my stories. It would be of immense help. In case you already don’t know, I am writing this as part of the A to Z short story challenge
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