THE LOST FAIRYTALE

THE LOST FAIRYTALE

Hello ,myself Tutu and this is the story of the lost moments of my life as a child.

I am the third daughter of my family with two older sisters and four younger siblings. I and my second sister, baby were the naughtiest of all. Those memories are blur in my memories. Still some incidents were so much naughty that now as an adult I feel nonsense. We lived in a small house on rent. I was three , Baby( I have never called my elder sisters “baa”) was five and Mina( my elder sister) was eight years old and others were not born then. I am a foodie girl . My mother says that even before I was three,  ,in my breakfast I wanted five loshi. If somehow my mother tricks me with three loshi I use to raise a hue in the home.  What a genius girl I was. I might never be able to know how many time i stole food from kitchen and got punishment.

   I was a very jealous girl when I was small but I am not now. I firmly believe that people became completely different in their adulthood from the one they were at their childhood. I was actually jealous of the owner of the house we lived in then. They had a better garden than us. Beautiful roses, hibiscus, daisy etc blossomed in their garden. To be honest,We too had a garden. But I used to count the flowers of them and ours and if one more flower blossoms in their garden, I in the evening when all takes a nap I would go to their garden and splash the flower and decorate it in our drawing room. What a crazy girl I was. I even steal fruits from the owner’s backyard. Though their backyard is a jungle with many creepy animals. But I guess I was the creepiest of all, walking through them to my favorite fruit tree like the lion king. My mother scolded me for that but i don’t care. Food is more important.

   I even used to chase beggars from my house. I felt like I am the only person that can save my money from those beggars. Obviously I want dresses and toys and I can buy  them if I am able to chase the beggar from getting my money. What a don at the age of four. But sometimes I get caught while chasing the beggars. My mother pulls my ear but father said with a smile “daughter donating will make us rich”. I hate that. How could I be rich when I lose my food and dresses because my parents donate the beggar. Are their only we to donate.

   Our village barbers cut our hairs on our father’s instruction. I am a girl, I want to have long shining black hairs. But  the village barber ends our dream in smoke by giving the cut above our ears. My sister, Baby, after every haircut, cried a lot. One day I thought  I must protect my hair. On our return from school, we saw the barber riding the bicycle , we stopped him and threatened to give him a beating. And it worked. Our hairs grew for almost two week, after which my father discovered it. We got punishment and that is by cutting our hair.The most saddest moment.

I didn't remember any more of my childhood activities. Now I am a young lady. My baby son loves to hear how naughty his mother was. I  really missed those days a lot. Though I was the naughtiest creepy and jealous girl in my childhood. Each and every thing.. I wish I could always be that age forever. But now as mother, it is my responsibility to make my son's life a memorable for him. So that like me at the age forty, he would happily say them to his own child. Thanks a lot for hearing my story.

                                                          BY R. CHOUDHURY (t)