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Language English
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Page 336
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She looked at me, her head tilting just a bit as though in pride. ‘AksharaMalhotra.’‘ And my name is Harvinder,’ I said. ‘But you can call me Harry.’‘Why should I call you Harry if your name is Harvinder?’I sputtered a quick laugh.

‘Because that’s my nickname. I like it. Don’t you have a nickname?’‘ No.’‘ Actually, you don’t need one. You have a pretty name.’Her face glistened, a flush rising up her cheeks. ‘My mother gave it to me.’And the flush disappeared as quickly as it came. Tears welled up in her eyes again. My heart thudded in my chest as the sudden realization hit me. She nodded, slowly choking on her sobs. ‘She . . . she died.’

 

 

 

I couldn’t get Akshara to stop weeping. Her little palms kneaded her eyes as if to stop the tears from running out. They couldn’t. I asked her how long it had been since her mother died.

 

 

 

 

 

With difficulty, she answered: ‘Two weeks.’My heart sank. ‘I’m so, so sorry, baby.’ It’s not that I haven’t seen people cry or heard stories of death, but I feel the most distressing separation is that of a mother and her daughter.‘You know, Harry, I read a few days ago in one of Mummy’s old books that . . . that . . .’ She swallowed hard. ‘When you . . . when you always remember a loved one who has died, miss them, cry for them, they become your guardian angel and are always with you. It was so . . .’ She couldn’t complete her statement as a fit of sobs choked her.‘Oh, Akshara, please, please don’t cry, baby.

 

 

 

 

 

Everything’s going to be all right.’She made the kind of pitiable face only a kid can make, rolling her lower lip over the upper, eliciting copious amounts of pity.

 

 

 

 

‘Mummy died. How can everything be all right?’‘You have your father, right? Where’s the?’She looked to her left. Along the periphery of the park, a neat jogging track went as far as the eyes could reach. ‘He’s not here,’ she said, looking back at me. ‘He’s hardly here.’‘What do you mean?’‘ He’s always traveling. He’s nice but he’s hardly home.’‘So who do you stay with?’‘Shilpi Aunty.’‘ Who’s Shilpi Aunty?’

 

 

 

 

‘She’s our maid . . .’ She clucked her tongue. ‘No, no, she’s my aunty.’Then she narrowed her eyes and with a tiny sense of regret said, ‘Mummynever liked it if I called her that.’A few moments later, she told me her father was good but her mother was the best.‘You know, Harry, don’t you?’ she asked, peering up at me through her teary eyes. ‘That a man cannot love as deeply as a woman?’I was startled.
It was the second time during this conversation that I felt this kid was smarter for her age. I felt an overpowering urge to hug her and with all her pain away, but I couldn’t do that. When she grew inconsolable, I decided to tell her a story that might just help her.‘What kind of story?’
she asked, a little interested already.‘A story of miracles,’ I replied. ‘Well, do you know what a miracle is?’‘Of course, I know, Harry. When something happens through supernatural intervention, it’s a miracle.’I raised my eyebrows in admiration.

‘Bingo, girl!’She smiled and her eyes lit up.‘You like stories?’‘I love stories,’ she replied with glee. ‘I read books all the time. It’s my favorite hobby.’‘ Nice,’ I said. ‘So what kind of books do you read?’Without even pondering over it, she said, excitedly, ‘Fantasies!’ Her eyes were the size of a football now. ‘I love, love that world, Harry. Everything is possible in it.’‘Come to think of it, if you really try, everything is possible in this world as well.’‘No, Harry,’ she said, shaking her head. ‘I don’t think so. Anyway, what’s your story about?’‘ It’s your lucky day today, Akshara—it’s a fantasy!’Her hands flew to her mouth in disbelief. ‘Really?’ she asked, withdrawing them slowly.‘Really.’‘ Is the story good?’

 

 

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