Love to Bits – Part One
I observed how the minute hand converged to that point with grace and the way the clock juddered in tune to the alarm. Smiling goofily, I looked at the paper-birds lying around me that kept me awake all the night. I vividly remember those vibes that wrapped me with an enthusiasm I’d never felt before. Watching my birds flying in my little world, I drew my favourite pillow close to my mouth and chuckled.
Today was that day.
I’d always imagined how it would be like to have parents. If they hadn’t left me on one of those footsteps of Mother Josephine’s convent, I would have been sleeping with them, burying my face in the warmth of my mother’s bosom.
Sewing the beads of ifs and buts, I had once asked Mother Josephine the reasons that took me into her shelter. With serene eyes, she recited a verse from the psalms that stretched the teeny weeny question mark in my head. Mother Josephine was the only person who was capable of consoling the deprived child inside me; her words were an epitome of hope even though I could comprehend half of it.
It was last week, that Mother told us about Rahim uncle’s visit to our place and his interest to take away one among us to his home. Though I pretended less concerned, I was indeed over the moon because I knew whom he liked the most.
Rahim was a lovely person; his calm endearing smile was the one that coloured my dreams often. I always loved the way he tossed me up high. I used to pucker my lips to hold back a squeal that would show up the gap made by two lost teeth. Whenever he came to visit our place he used to gift me a handful of freshly plucked mulberries from his orchard.
”For you, Sarah,“ he would whisper in my ears, smiling with a lip that drooped a bit on the left.
On such visits, he used to spend a lot of time with me, colouring my perfect-family picture that I sketched. I still remember those words which spilt out of his mouth while he coloured the house roof brown.
“Someday I’ll take you my home and never would I have to visit you here,“ he had said, flicking his eyes between the picture and me.
I saw the little girl smiling beamingly on that picture as much as I did. With a face blazing with excitement, I handed him another crayon pencil.
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