She woke up before the first ray of sun fell on the dry land of poverty stricken village. She got out of her hut and headed towards north with an empty pot to fetch water from the village pond. When she was done with three rounds, her 5 year old brother woke up. She kissed him on his forehead and it was returned. He went out, broke a neem branch and started brushing. She again went out to fetch some logs to cook. Sun was half way up by the time she returned with the logs. Took the small axe and the logs were split. Sweat drops trickled down her cheeks and neck. Set the fire ready to cook. Took two cups of rice and boiled it. Chopped down few vegetables that was in the store and cooked it with the boil to save time. Her paralyzed father made some sound and she rushed to that corner of the hut. The torn floor mat was wet. She lifted him, placed him on a dry mat and cleaned up the corner. Rice had boiled by then. She rushed to the other corner and served it to her brother. Also filled up his lunch box. Dressed him up and he was ready to go to school, a privilege she was deprived of. She wanted him to touch the horizons which she had never dreamt of. Took out the boiled rice and some pickle in a plate and served her father. With the one pot of water left, she bathed him. It was almost lunch and she was drenched in sweat. She took out left out rice and had her ‘breakfast’ in the noon. Its time for her to set out to the landlord’s house to earn living for the family.
Every girl child is a fairy. Stop girl child abortion.
