Samsaric Drama

She was just over an year old when I first saw her. Her mother was just anyother iliterate woman from the village whose husband has joined the army and has been away. The father never saw the two children being born, didn't even care. With her mother so attached to her little son, I could see the pain and jealousy in her heart over the brother who snatched her place before the time. She would steal moments to sit on her mother's lap, and sometimes try to suck some milk, only to be pushed away.

I gradually won her confidence and she began to get attached to me, every time I reach home she would wait expecting "frooti" and something-didn't matter what.

As days passed, she would call me "Ama", and her own mother aunty. She began to feel wanted, and she began to get settled to things around her. she would associate herself more with me than her own parents. She couldn't live without me. Unfortunately, her father took another wife and left them (X wife with two beautiful children). Months later her mother had a new husband, and the whole history repeated. Gradually both she and her brother were left out in the cold, just lucky enough to be cared by their old grand parents. I couldn't believe someone could have such a heart to not love such two innocent, wonderful souls.

If parenting is all about just giving birth, I don't want t be a parent; but if it means loving and feeling the joy seeing these children grow feeling secured, I am all ready to be one.

Now she is going to school, and when people ask about her parents , all she says is her "Ama" went to Paro Pokto.........

She and her brother will be loved, and they will have the best of everything in life to grow up to be a better person, sans a father for now. There can be no better purpose for my life than bringing these two kids up and watch them grow into fine man and woman.