Sonam Thakur

Children Stories Drama

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Sonam Thakur

Children Stories Drama

Confused Streets - Ch.1

Confused Streets - Ch.1

2 mins
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March 15th, 1988 a girl was born in the mighty joint family. The whole of the family was overjoyed cuz finally after 14years of wait a girl child was born in the family. I do remember a little of my childhood it was really happy and blessed only for few exceptions. I couldn't enjoy my growing up days with my parents as they were both working but my long extended family was with me and they took proper care of me. 


Things were good. Days passed by I was growing up with my other cousins. My interest as a kid were totally different from any other girl child. I was interested in cars, tanks, and cricket. I never played with dolls or crockery sets in fact I was always dressed up as a boy and I used to cry a hell out if somebody dressed me up in girly dresses. The fact that my parents aren't with me used to make me sad. My father has been a lawyer and mom a teacher both had a busy life. I used to crave their love and attention and used to feel alone in the crowd but my relatives were my comfort. 


After a span of four years my kid sister was born I was overjoyed to the core. It was a feeling that God has given the most expensive gift. Now I won't ask Santa Claus for more gifts cuz I have received the most precious gift of my life but little did I know that my happiness was short-lived. My sister and my mom shifted to my maternal house because my mom's school was nearby from that place and so they shifted there. Soon I was alone again.


Days passed by mom and my sister came back to our house and soon I started comparing and noticing everything. My mom's school timings were changed she started going in the afternoon and soon I felt jealousy growing in me. I always thought that I was neglected and not taken care of by her as she took care of my kid sister but that time I used to remain silent my self-confidence was all time low because I was bullied in the school too. I remember I used to sit on the stairs and cry in the dark. I remember writing notes to God about what I'm going through. I used to hate going to school, I felt left out and I wasn't given that affection and care by my mother. All these situations pricked me a lot.........


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