I Remember.

I remember,
When I opened my eyes,
Your sun-washed face was tense,
‘It’s a girl’, you said,
But your sadness didn’t make sense..

I remember,
When I started walking,
Your shoulders had stooped down a bit,
I thought it was to hold me from falling,
But it was the burden, wasn’t it?

I remember,
When I saw my brothers going to school,
You chided(scold or rebuke) me for asking for a slate,
I thought I’d done something wrong,
I should have known it was my fate..

I remember,
When you gave my brothers more food,
I ate my hunger and slept at night,
Even that couldn’t make you happy,
I just could not do anything right..

I remember,
When I played with the tattered doll,
You married mine to the other,
I thought you were playing with me,
Before you gave yours to him forever..

I remember,
When he hit me and abused me,
I thought you’d come take me away,
I knew you heard me from across the wall,
That was where I wept all day..

I remember,
When I screamed that night,
My eyes were wet but no one else cried,
Relief screamed in your silent eyes,
The night your little girl had died.



The beginning

I have always wanted to write, write anything but write.
Its not like i don’t have friends to share things with, because i do.
Its just that i want to write and keep writing.

When i left school, i wanted to do english honors. Not because i am very good in English, only because i love English, even though English is not my mother tongue.
People love physics, maths, biology, chemistry and lot more but my interests are a little different.

My father, the most honest man on earth.
He has  tought me to be honest, no matter what, even if you are doing the wrong thing, just be true.
I have seen many phases of my father, the strict one, the funny one, the tired one, the worried one. But through all these phases one thing was constant the hard work he does for us.
Still i lie to him many times.
Still i disrespect him sometimes.
I hate doing so.

My mother, or you can even call her my best friend.
Best friends share everything with each other, she follow the rules, but i don’t.
She is my biggest inspiration.
She is my greatest supporter.
Still i disrespect her sometimes,
I again hate doing so.

My younger sister.
The most beautiful girl.
She is the purest  person i have ever seen.

My younger brother.
Oh! you don’t want to hear anything about him, because your stomach might start aching with laughter on hearing his naughtiness.

As this is my first, not many people are going to read it.
But here i am still writing.