Tia and the white lilies...

"no thats not what i want" She threw the white lilies that were delivered at 8.20am.

the note read "its hard to leave, and u know i wud'nt have if it was not for..."


in the kitchen
The coffee pot's boling hot. Its the third cup this morning. She can hear him say "its more than what you should be having, You'll go hyper once again."

She shouts out loud "i m tired of listening to this ...you know i need this to wake up., wake up to know i m alive, to know that i can pull through one more day..... one more sunny morning that reminds me of all this guilt..." - thats when Tia (the cat) comes jumps right up to the table and meaooooows. She gets tears in her eyes, she knows Tia used to hate all the shouting.

Tia is 3, very naughty black animal, who loves to be cuddled but often throws tantrums much like her..... Tia was their first baby. She joined them on their first wedding anniversary. She would dance to his tunes and often sit by him while he wud work all night. but in the morning she would not miss breakfast with her.

Out of the shower, smelling of green tea oils she looks at the mirror. by the mirror are lines "... i need to breahe.. to touch, to feel.... to discover, life within..." she takes the pen scratches those words and writes
"... i need to know that you are not coming back anymore and
that i should not feel guitly for moving on."

Shea..

she was throwing pebbles in the lake, i saw her while i walked over the hill. she was still there when i returned after about two hours. I was so tempted to go talk to her and find out if she was all alone. how was she going home? where are her parents?... i was almost about to take the next step when i stopped myself. I carefully took my camera out and took a picture!

day 2
i got up at early, much before Leela would have got tea and the harsh sun rays would come rushing through the windows and stare right back at me...
i decided to go and take some early shots by the village. Just as i was about turn towards the temple... i saw her again.. she was lighting a lamp... blowing lightly at it and smiling as the flame danced in the air.....her eyes twinkled as her naughty fingers tried to play hide and seek with the flame.. i was bout to scream when i saw her do that.. once again i stopped myself.. captured this enlightining moment and went ahead..


day 3
she dint leave my thoughts she about 5 or 6... her eyes gleamed with curiosity, she was a ball of energy and she jumped through the pebbles and swam in the cold waters...

day 4
I found her collecting small sticks and making patterns of sorts with leaves. this was it.. she compelled me to know more about her. i walked up to her and said.. "would you like to go to school?"

she looked at me and said: "go?" "Go where?".. "baba used to say school is where you learn something.. and i learn from everything around me... " she smiled and continued her pattern....

That's Shea, my daughter. she is twelve today. I always wanted to adopt a baby girl. Shea's adopted me!

She is a tribal child who is brighter than the kids in the city and possess an extraordinary sense of visualization is physically fit to climb trees and can calculate almost any math problem in her mind.

There are several such children in the tribal areas who need to be educated and groomed inorder to match their skills like any other children in the cities. They are a bunch who can manage everything from the morning breakfast to washing clothes and cutting firewood for cooking. Special schools are being set up to nurture these brains in the wilderness where they belong.

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