RAG DOLL: a toyish love story

By rhythmichearts

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She was an important part of me since my childhood without being a part of my life. She was a precious reason... More

INFORMATION
2: NOW WHO IS THIS?
3: LOST PRINCESS
4: CANDY WITH LIMBS
5: FEAR
6: SPROUTING FRIENDSHIP
7: YOU'RE A RAG PICKER

1: Repairable Football

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By rhythmichearts

The sun was setting slowly acquiring a clear-cut shape of orange. No wonder a kid once in his childhood wanted to eat it considering it a ripened fruit, a mango.

Birds were flying off to their nests where they would get the surprise of new chirps echoing out from the cracked eggshells.

The sky was painted with splashes of vermilion over it. Street lights were left ON just two minutes back. Responsible municipality corporation!

Black and white lizards were coming out from their niche to crawl on the moss-stained wall like crocodiles or chameleons. He wandered where they lived in the daytime. Was there any lizard hole like mouse hole and rabbit hole? If there was any then he would not a bit hesitate to declare that as a haunted house.

He rested his chin on the base rim of the window, standing himself on a wooden stool so that his eight-year-old eyes could peek at the next window of the cottage facing its back to his house.

The unplastered house was hardly standing. The bricks of its skeleton slipped out from some places out of its position damaging the upper portion standing on its support. Old and new timbers of wild herbs, shrubs and even trees started growing outside escaping their route through the zigzag cracking on the wall.

That house never had any electric supply, at least never after his birth. He was seeing the same shattered architecture since his consciousness and only witnessed the breaking of its backbone over time.

A few minutes later the house would be completely dark. He was scared of the lizards in that house. Where they would go? Did they really don't have any home to stay... like her?

That house never had its window closed because there were no doors to close that. And he was thankful it didn't close so that he could make sure she didn't get afraid of anything.

Today he promised he would apologize to her. In the daytime, he was in school and in the evening his mother didn't let him roam in that direction but he had sworn on his math book that he would muster up bravery and ask her for friendship after the sorry.

He again looked up at the sky. Sun was gone now leaving its colorful shadows all over the sky. But ultimately it would be dark like theirs. Why his shadow was not that colourful? Which teacher should he ask the question that why his and his mother's shadow came in the same colour black when she was wearing pink and he was yellow yesterday? Art teacher or science teacher? Surely not to the math teacher.

He prayed to send her to the next window before that house turn dark and she would lost with the lizards.

Three days back he and his friend were playing football borrowing it from a common friend. But accidentally they kicked it inside a well. They tried to pick it up outside but the depth of that trashy well was four times the length of his body.

A few moments later after rushing here and there for any plan to rescue the ball he saw a plastic sack laying on the ground and he could mark the familiar thing they were searching for inside it. It was a muddy punctured football. He picked it up outside the sack and handed it to his friend. The ball was repairable so they could deliver it to the common friend after repairing it like he wouldn't mark up the damage.

His friend left earlier to arrange for repairs. He too was about to go but stopped seeing a little girl walking barefooted to the sack. Her hands were gripping one squeezed cold drink cane, chocolate wrappers and a few chips packet. She dumped it inside that sack.

Suddenly she started searching inside the sack, her entire body almost got invisible. She looked around. Quickly he hid himself behind a tree in fear of getting caught after thieving.

In the next few seconds, her sack was empty and there was a heap of trash on the ground. The heap was appearing taller than her. Her tiny hands were ripping the skin of that heap to find that repairable ball.

He could see the sparkling tears hooked on her eyes and the pours formed on her chin due to the wobbling lips which were tilting down. Her dirty palms were brushing the tears from her candy-like pink face then again parting the waste.

After minutes she repacked the things in the sack and flinched it on her shoulder. She walked ahead. The large loaded sack compared to her little body was walking along with her putting friction on the ground. Her cries were not halted. She was wiping her cheeks with one hand then quickly clutching the chocked neck of the sack before it would slip out from the other hand.

He was in guilt since that day. Only that day he realized he had seen her before. Then he recognized she was the ghost living in that broken house situated a little far from their backyard. But then he knew that cute cotton candy face couldn't be the mask of a ghost. Angels are also real, right? Though she was a filthy angel. Walked barefoot and never combed her two pigtails head whose rubber bands were also as dirty as her frock.

He had even bought a new football for her yesterday asking his father as a prize for coming first in his school sports.

His thoughts snapped when he heard the soft noise coming from the next house. He stood on his tips on the stool to more looked through the broken window.

She placed her puffed-out sack on the floor and wiped her dirty hands on her frock. Ehwee! Then she tore a small packet of cream biscuits and started licking the cream first. He giggled, she ate exactly like him.

He straightened himself when he marked she was walking towards the window. He smiled widely when she stood on something to reach the height of the window. Her forehead furrowed at him. She didn't smile at him. Disappointed he again smiled bigger and waved his hand to her. Dumbly starting at him she looked to her back then again at him.

He screamed a 'hii'. She didn't respond to anything. Didn't she speak? "I have a football for you." He screamed again.

Her face lit up instantly. Her lips parted and she smiled brightly. He quickly counted there were some vacancies near her front two teeth. Then abruptly her smile hampered. She got down and walked inside the room and never came back. He tried to lean more outward and peek inside the room but the shadow on the sky was in a darker shade and the girl inside that house was in more darkness.




Parth looked at his wristwatch. It was about to strike two. He shut down his laptop. He looked at the sky throwing back his head to relax his now aching neck.

There must be someone's birthday in the sky today. Fairylight stars were appearing more than the normal days. He wished that day also someone should have celebrated their birthday in the sky and he could have peeked more inside that house. At least he could have apologised to her which was pending yet.

There was not a one per cent chance that he would meet her again and even if he would find her out accidentally then it was a remarkable question whether he could identify her or not. She would have forgotten him for sure and it was a one hundred per cent chance. If he would identify her then what would he say? Apologising for stealing your repairable football fifteen years back?

He sighed. He didn't know why he was revising this silly incident. People came and made their way out of his life like Malini, just like that and here he couldn't forget that rag-picking girl who looked like a Rag Doll.

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So, here was the first chapter.

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The next chapter will be, 'Now who is this?'

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