I miss her and wish she has done well in her life
Today I will serve the readers with a story that will certainly astound and move them. It is a story about passion, ignorance and anxiety. The story dates back to 2002 when I was a small girl. The time when I was oblivious of life and its unusual tests. During that time a new girl made an entry in our house as a domestic helper. She belonged to a remote area, I do not remember the exact name of the village. She had a dusky complexion but was mysteriously beautiful. Hardly eighteen years of age.
As days passed, some unique things were revealed about her. Being a small girl, I once asked her, do you like my family? She knitted her brows on me and instantly replied in positive. One day she was in
my room and my sister entered. The girl immediately made an exit. My sister being smart and vigilant figured something fishy. She came to me and said, ” I have a strong feeling that this girl is a smoker”! I became hysterical. ” do not breathe a word of such destructive nonsence”, I said. The discussion ended here.
Days passed and we all had strong impulses that she was indulged in unacceptable acts. One day we caught her smoking red-handed! I had goose-bumps all over. We neither screamed nor shouted at her, but asked her to reveal the whole story. She placed a packed of cigarette before us and confessed of being a chain-smoker! She further added that she had been smoking since she was in fourth grade. The next day We requested her to pack her bags and leave because my father being a man of principles gives first priority to discipline.
I felt bad for her but we too were helpless in the matter. More over a father of three daughters has to be extra cautious about the affairs of the house. Had the girl been educated or literate things would have been different. But life keeps on showing its different faces and we too learn with time. I do not know the whereabouts of the girl till date but hope she had a bright future!
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