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A Never Ending Summer

The little hand plucked a vibrant purple flower. A smile spread across her pretty baby face. With winter gone, summer had taken over in all its glory. Her favourite season. The warmth of the sunshine made her feel happy.
Simaya was going home today and was overjoyed. She sat outside on the grass, wondering what it would be like. “They seemed like wonderful people. I’ll call him baba,” she thought aloud, “and the lovely lady who came to visit me yesterday, asked me to call her maa. Yes, so that’s settled, maa and baba.”
Just then, Miss Rose came out to see her. They had finally come to take her. Maa and baba. Formalities completed, it was time Simaya bid adieu to the place that had kept her for the first 7 years of her life; most of which she had no memory.
No longer would she have to live in the orphanage. No more rebukes from Miss Rose. No more going to bed hungry. Above all, no more sorrow, no more winter.
The beautiful radiant face of that gentle natured woman, who she’d call maa from today, gave her a sense of assurance. The surety she had been longing for. Baba called out to her and Simaya went skipping away with them. The sun smiled down upon her, as though blessing the child with a guarantee of a bright future, like a never ending summer.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.


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