Sand Dolls
A note to my readers
Dear reader, I am a writer and all my characters are not real. Especially the character “my little sister Saadia”. My novels and stories depict this little sister Saadia. She does not exist in real life
She exists in my thoughts and only in my thoughts and not in this forum
Any similarity between sisters here and my sister are unintentional
A note to my readers
Dear reader, I am a writer and all my characters are not real. Especially the character “my little sister Saadia”. My novels and stories depict this little sister Saadia. She does not exist in real life
She exists in my thoughts and only in my thoughts and not in this forum
Any similarity between sisters here and my sister are unintentional
Where is she?
She did not come today?
Is she sick?
Is my little sister sick?
A week passed, No one worries about her. The girls say why do you worry she will come.
Every one gets busy in their real life. We all do.
Real life, what is real life?
Is our life divided into two segments? Real and imaginary?
One sister says this is a game. A game that we all play!
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In a small room somewhere a girl screams.
Maam I am studying and she turns light off and closes her room's door
Computer screen flashes
A Sand doll becomes alive. Her little fingers spread her life on a forum
A girl with a beautiful name becomes nameless. An imaginary life becomes real
She tells it all
Who am I?
Why do I breathe, how do I feel and why my heart is weak and it hurts?
Whose scares me? Whom I miss much?
What are my liking, what I do not like?
What color I like, what flower I adore
At this moment you are my Bhaiya. You share my secrets
You are my brother whom I can tell anything in the world
You are everything to me
But listen
If my Mother knows that you are out there, I will loose my computer
I will have to live in real world and I will die of suffocation
If my real brother knows that I am writing to you, he will break my fingers
And if my father knows than he will kill me
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She did not come again today. Why did she not come?
Is her weak heart pains?
Is door opened and she lost her computer?
Did brother broke her fingers?
Does father knows now and . . .
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Baji will you write to her today?
BaRe Bhaiya, I told you she will come back . . . we all come back...
This world is sweet…Everything is here, there is laughter, there is fun and there love
What is there? A dark room!
What is there? Darkness ... right!
But if she . . .
Ok I will send a note…or may be I will call
But remember!
We are all made of sand…and if you keep touching our feelings, we will shatter
This is how I feel now! Shattered