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THE LITTLE GIRL

 Slowly  the days enter into weeks which very furtively crawl  into  months  and  eventually  the time  slips away quietly. This may be happening since the inception of this earth and what is the purpose behind this all? 

They were driving fast somewhat excited since a new Indian joint had opened quite nearby. Her daughter who  had fascination for fast food since her very childhood, couldn't resist visiting any new joint  that opened  in  down town. Her mother Rita  had tried her best  to make her  eat and like home food , when she was quite  young, but to  no use.  She was a  brilliant child very precocious and  sorted.  She was  mercurial   extremely  curious and  passionate  about  material possessions. To day she  is the brilliant  professional who found her calling away from her country in America. 

Today Rita had joined her daughter  in her  enthusiasm to visit the newly opened Indian restaurant. Her fascination for fast food remained unabated. It was an ordinary place and the counter was somewhat  distant from the seating.The customers were standing in a row to give their orders. Majority of them were Indians. They seemed to be having  the same  sombre expressions. Somehow  their  clothes  bore the same texture and the way they stood felt like they could stand  like this eternally,  quite contrary to  the Indian youth,  who  in his home land, has  the gumption to spread in all directions  to the extent of annoying the ones  standing  behind him.  Rita' saw  her  daughter   standing in the row waiting for  her turn, she  looked quite vulnerable  to Rita. .Something moved  Rita and she could feel her eyes  moisten while she blinked them. The little girl came  before her eyes  who had  the  elan and the  boisterousness  which sometimes got difficult  to bridle.

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