she was a little girl, unlike other little girls from whom you expect gentle behavior, neat attire, pleasing manners, and polite accounsting “Mamma! i have made my bed and cleaned my closet”. she was different, way too different. her hair would always be ruefully disoriented, her mud clad self was too crude for a girl of her age (grown-up enough to take care of herself, to write her name and to discern between the whats-nice and whats-not-so-nice, although she never even once intended to accept it) her manners were too savage and she would pick her nose in public and would not be ashamed of it. she said to me once that she was different, that she knew, what she didn’t know was that she was rude, impolite and very wild to consider urbane too.
she was younger to me, almost 15 years, that means when i was 24 she was 9, when i was 25 she was 10, and she thought ten means someone so big, TEN, it did sound too grown-up like, it also had two digits in it, 1 and 0 and she thought 0 was a real big number, adding one zero to any number make it so big. she thought that ten meant she has grown one fifty times in one years, but she didnt like 25 she wanted me to skip this year and directly go on to the next 26, which she thought was better to 25. as if growing 150 times in a year was really possible. as if skipping years out of life is something that can be done. as if living the way you want to live is achievable. as if.
she would share with me things too, which she said she would not tell to others. why it was so, i could never comprehend. she might have found her own reflection in my grown up self, and if it was something else, she didnt tell me.
she was then too young to probe the attitude variances, to answer the plathora of whys and ifs that poped in her head, to judge the indifference people had for her. her no-body-ness to them, and since nobody care for nobody, nobody cared for her. she was not allowed to intermingle her peers. she was just to climb up the grill, dangle her feet (a little larger than the feet of normal girl of her age.), rub her cheeks against the post but Nought to play.
she would keep watching children playing hopscotch and would keep on making illusionary friends. I probably was her only real friend. she would never play with dolls, because she was different and never played hopscotch because for that two players are needed and i was too grown up to play with her.
she was very clever and soon learned that loneliness itself is a bliss, and that two “w’s” water and writing always help.
i dont know if she had written stories to cover to or painted because colors are ecstasy, i guess she must have because she was a good learner and she must have understood these.
i know, because i did the same too, she? my oddball, i smile in the mirror.
.a.
Feb 07, 2007
ps. wrote it in notepad and in one go, hence all the spelling mistakes are pardonable :p
AMuslimMama 
that’s some awesome self-evaluation. I have never ever looked at myself in the mirror and thought about in the same manner as you have.
I really could identify with the urge to grow up faster. a year at a time was really slow for me. but now that I am an adult, I want to go back to those ‘suhane’ days again.
I am really impressed by the typing accuracy you have. I mean typing in notepad. I could not even think about it.
PS. If I write about me, the title would be “Little Awesome Beast”
lols. i’m sure you were awesome as beast when you were young.
hey , were u describing urself? ur younger-alter ego?
very nice write up 🙂
way to go asbah 🙂
i dont know, i just typed what i felt like writing when i wrote it. it was very very spontaneous. i think all my pieces which are spontaneous are way better than the ones which are heated and cooked well.
thankyou !
tht was beautiful!!!
gr8 narration!
matangi, thankyou!
it is too good to receive just 7 comments. It should receive at least a 1000 compliments.
Great narration..
Happy Writing 🙂
Ahhh to be young…TO believe it is possible to skip years…To belive that life is fair and it goes the way it should or you want it to!!!
Reminded me of lines of the song “fields of innocence” by Evanescence
I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now
Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
oh I…
I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
oh why…
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
incredible, i love your post rashi 🙂
Aweee..That post was so cute. I loved the wit and I loved the way it was scattered around the post.
Awesome stuffy girlo!!!
Ps: I feel like kicking myself for now having thought off a self evaluatory post before..Grrr..
😀
Oh, thankyou. i told you we’re alike :p
sorry if u thought my post was like urs..i have deleted it!
hey asbah its good….achha hai
arey no problem u wrote it at one stroke …but its nice and awesome yaar….
:p
thankyou stephen!
No Wonder when they say Girls are Complicated!! …:o……..Now I I know they are Indeed
Awesome to say the least. Awesome concept.I am kind of getting amused by your way of thinking and putting those thoughts into words.
Blogging has not only helped me find the writer in me, but has also helped me find wonderful writers like you from whom I have a lot to learn, whose imaginations have no boundaries and who carve out marvels out of words.