This is my favorite play area. I skip and hop, giggle with the carefree wind, talk to the charming butterflies, dance with the mighty trees, all here, in my favorite play area. No one calls me at mid-day for lunch, no one takes me sight-seeing around the town. But, I am perfectly happy here. This is my world. Only, deep at night, I step inside, scan the rooms, unseen and unheard. I haven’t found a friend yet but I saw a chirpy little girl enter the cottage today. I think she can be my forever friend. We never grow old.
Word count- 99
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the talented author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields . Many thanks, dear Rochelle.
Lord Ganesha’s idol adorned a holy corner of Ganga Ram’s humble abode. His wife Geeta would forget to eat sometimes but would never forget to feed her Ganesha, the remover of obstacles.
Ganga Ram’s faith, on the other hand, fluctuated. Sometimes, Geeta’s dependence and total surrender to the Lord amused him but then again there were times when he would seek shelter in ‘can you pray to your Ganesha for Shaloo’s quick recovery?’ Shaloo was none other than their favorite cow.
One day, Geeta found the Ganesha idol missing. She sat in the empty corner, crying, all day.
There was a huge celebratory cry near her home in the evening. Geeta saw Ganga Ram celebrating with her Ganesha raised shoulder-high.
Just as Geeta was rehearsing her soon-to-be-delivered speech to her careless husband, Ganga Ram interrupted ‘Your Ganesha is famous and much-in-demand now. He presided over our gathering at Birju’s house and we won the neck and neck India vs. Pakistan match today. Can I take Him out on Tuesday again?’