Her Side


I found this in my drafts. It is not my story but a story of a person who once told me her woes. I don’t know why I did nothing about this. I still don’t know what to do about it.

Did this person find the happiness she was looking for? I wonder.

She was born in a house where there were people who were too absorbed in their own lives to pay any attention to her.

Being the youngest, she was the least noticeable. Their household was quite well off. Her father was an electrical engineer and naturally was too busy to notice her day to day activities.

Her mother was too much into herself that she didn’t bother with her youngest child. She had two elder brothers and two elder sisters but she still felt lonely.

Her siblings seemed to be separated from her as if there was an invisible wall between them. She felt she was invisible, non-existent to her own family.

No one really paid attention to what she did, how she lived. No one noticed she was dyslexic. They were too busy, too too self-centred.

No one had the time to check whether she did her homework or if she was doing well in her academic studies.

She used to study in one of the most prestigious schools but one of the women of the neighbourhood told her family out of spite that they practiced Hinduism in that school.

Her family who had no idea about the little girl’s life took her out of that school and to a government. That was the first disaster that shook her life.

Once her teacher gave her a few questions which were sure to come in the paper the next day and she had no idea how to solve those questions.

She went to her father to ask for help and he was quite discouraging. He told the little girl that she didn’t know how to do the basics, how could she solve these.

Not losing hope, she went to her big brothers but to her dismay they too disappointed her. She couldn’t get the solutions to those questions and hence failed the test.

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