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Purva was aware that people thought she was not too bright, but that was not something that she could help.  She had been this way since the time she had fever as a child.  But she was beautiful, and the only child of a very rich and powerful man.  Her father was aware of this lack of intelligence in her, and did everything to protect her, even after he had gone.  One day when she was barely seventeen years old, he had introduced her to a young and ambitious young man, her husband.  One look at his handsome face, she had been smitten.  They got married soon.  He was a go-getter, charming and dynamic.  She vaguely realized that her father had taken him up as a son and was training him to take care of  his entire business after he was gone.  She was lucky, all her wishes were granted. All that she ever wanted was dolls to dress up.  But a husband was fine too.

Yes, she had a girl’s brain, ever since that childhood fever, and she never outgrew her love for dolls.  Time flew, her children grew up, intelligent, smart and brought up by governesses, sent to hostels.  The babies grew up into sharp, capable strangers.  She grew lonely.  It was nothing that she could pin-point.  Her husband was unfailingly courteous, if she spoke, he listened politely.  He was always patient with her, but even her dim brain realized that there was something missing.  She wished she knew what it was that she was missing.

Her father had been a very rich man, but her husband made the business really flourish.  They were billionaires now.  She was so proud of her husband, and thanked her Krishna doll a million times for sending him into her life.  She wished her father was alive to enjoy her husband’s success.

Then rumors started.  It seemed her husband had a girlfriend.  A lady friend pointed out the woman to her.  She was tall, slim and smart and had the most beautiful hair.  Purva’s father was dead, there was no-one she could run to for solace.  She sobbed her heart out in her dolls room.  Soon she got used to the idea.  But she wished she was smart and intelligent.

Her doll collection kept growing through the years.  Her sons brought her dolls, so did her husband, from various parts of the world.  She would sit and talk to the dolls for hours. She had doll figures of all of them, her sons, her daughters, her father and her husband.  Yes even her ~ the girl friend.

One day, she saw him with his girlfriend.  She was attending a kitty party in a 5 star hotel and she spotted them.  They were both sitting and entertaining an important foreign client.  His girlfriend said something and he threw his head up and laughed delightedly.  She left the kitty party abruptly.  He had never laughed like that with her.  She wished he would at least smile lovingly at her.

In her doll room, she picked up the girlfriend’s doll figure and threw it against the wall, beat it up and then fell to her knees and wept bitterly.  After a while, she got up, picked up the doll and placed it on a shelf.

That evening when she walked to the dinner table, the family was gathered, laughing and cracking jokes, most of which she did not understand.  He smiled gently at her and said “Purva, our company made an amazing business deal with that important international client.  He knows you love dolls, so he has sent you a beautiful doll from Iceland.”

She smiled and accepted the packed doll.  Then she kept sitting and staring at her plate blankly.

She wished she was dead.

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51 thoughts on “Wish

  1. Firstly,quite happy with the layout of your blog. It makes for an easy read.

    The sadness and the irony in the storyline came across as very real.Deep rooted pain hidden somewhere.

    I really wanted to read a bit more – please take it as a compliment.

  2. Heart rending story. Is it true? The way you narrated it Ritu Di I believe it is..:(
    I have personally met two who were into collecting dolls and looked like they were on the brink too! Uncanny and sad. WISH you all the very best for BAT-12..:D

  3. As always,acerbic in its take on life.
    As always,beautifully written. And the tragic mood at the end not only builds up but hits the reader hard-great piece of writing.

  4. this reminds me of a play “a doll’s house” i had read during high school, the plot was different but it took me back to my school days..
    regarding what u wrote, well! i liked the way it ended, u made a beautiful world with a very sad character.
    sometimes u have everything but still nothing, to the extent that u wish to die..
    best wishes for BAT12

  5. Oh !! WOW !! How do you ppl write such wonderful stories ???? I just cant even think of one story line !!! 🙂

    Very beautifully written…a story with dolls – that girl’s life was like that of a doll’s !!!

    • It is her childlike sense of longing for what she does not have, the sensitivity which makes her feel like an outsider in her own home that makes the tale poignant. You noticed that IHM! 😀

  6. Wow! All the best for the contest Ritu! 🙂
    It’s so sad… I feel for Purva and I really feel bad for the girlfriend and husband as well!
    So many layers – one can’t ppinpoint who is wrong here and I felt like giving Purva a hug…

  7. This came as a surprise to me. such a poignant, sad tale so beautifully portrayed. You have outdone yourself Ritu. I found it so different from your usual writing style. commendable

  8. Short but very effective …liked the fact that though Purva has child like mind but she had feelings of a woman (couldn’t accept the other woman or being treated like a child)….

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