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INNOCENSE

  The hoarded stuff inside her was pregnant with the memories which needed  to be completely consumed till she was emptied to core to fill it with profound void.

She was a very curious child. Her eyes and ears worked at tandem. And she was everywhere.Other children in the house got subdued by the elders if they got scolded for some mischief but she never was intimidated not that she was unruly but she couldn't be dampened in her spirits. She was spirited and foot loose. In a large family nobody took much notice of her.She lorded over the tall trees and caressed the bit of mosses and built a huge imagination where they acted her siblings.It was during such a time when one day when  she was almost talking to a tall red rose and caressing  it ,one of her uncles noticed her and complained against her to her grandfather. She was there with her grandfather when he came with his  complaint.She didn't understand  what her uncle was saying  but she suddenly noticed the red glaring eye  of her grandfather who suddenly pulled out his smoking pipe from the hukka and throwing it on him ordered him to leave the room.She too left  quietly sensing something was terribly wrong!

It was later in her days that she realised how the innocence was strangled in this ruthless world.

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