Little did they realize that they were busy exchanging their appetite for lust and not love across the cubicles via the chat client. Their carnal desires led them to what they termed as love marriage. They ensured that their parents turned foes in the process. To undo as they say, the pragmatic brains decided to have a child. In less than a year, they did make one, a little angel. But that did not move their parents and they continued to be lost in the crowd of corporate friends. As managers, both of them were too good in giving presentations on team work and when it came to real life they failed miserably. “I lost my on-site for you and your kid” the loving hubby said. “I have my all time low rating just because I had to take the maternity leave for your child” she proved the better half. As they say, Love remains, lust fades. It did. Initial few years, the little girl grew up not knowing what was happening around her. She spent more time with her Barbie doll than her parents. They gradually bore a grudge on each other for ruining their career. The girl began her schooling. When all her classmates brought home made food in their lunch box, she always had ready-made noodles and corn flakes. To her friends she always said that she loved these foods to the home-made ones. A lie to cover up the parental care she missed. She grew up, so did the distance between her parents. One day, in their usual squabble, her father said “It’s for this witch that I am still bearing you” He said pointing at her daughter. “I would have thrown you out of my life, otherwise and lead a happy life alone or with someone else”. She did not hesitate to say “As if I care, I am planning litigation, if you didn’t know”. Both of them hurried to their room and kid stood midway as they passed not knowing who to follow. They looked at her – what they called their mistake. The 8-year old locked up in her room.
Night fell and when they were about to sleep, they looked out for her. They knocked her door and she did not open. Feeling suspicious they broke opened the door, only to find the little angel, in pool of blood. Slit on her wrist and with blood was written on the wall “Mom, Dad - I love you both. I want you both to be happy. So, leaving. Barbie, sorry I can no longer take care of you.” ……. Her Barbie doll was safe in its bed. Words hurt..
