Cacophony in the neighborhood (chapter 3)

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This chapter is the part of my story – A girl was born. Do read the previous two chapters to understand the premise –

Tara’s father developed business interests in Gujarat, so they moved to Ahmedabad when Tara was a little girl. Her grandparents chose to stay back. Her grandmother was very attached to her house. She said, “she came to this house as a bride, and she would leave it upon her death.”

Tara didn’t remember if it was tough for her to adjust to a new life. She was too small. The neighborhood was quiet, clean and spacious, unlike the narrow, filthy gullies of old Delhi. But, she missed her old house. She missed the sweet smell of jaggary and sesame seeds from the gajjak shop, the pigeons on the terrace and the chatwala. Not for long though. Kids have short memories.

She loved the new house with a huge garden and big trees that she climbed with her new friends. When she was not hiding in the closet, Tara was busy being the leader of the gang and indulging in innocent mischief. Every day she came up with a new play idea. One day she would be making a small temple out of bricks that she and her friends found at the nearby construction site and they would light incense sticks borrowed from home, do puja religiously and offer prasaad. The next day, she would be taking the entire gang of kids to the general stores and buy all of them candies.

“Khate mein likh dena.” She would ask the store owner. At the end of the month, her father was shocked to know that his daughter’s monthly chocolate consumption was in three figures (quite a lot for that time). Her rights to order chocolate at the store were henceforth revoked.

She loved imli and often climbed the tamarind tree to get the fruit. There was also a neem tree in the backyard, which she climbed to break its branches and offered them to the old beggar woman who stood outside their house twice a week. Tara had seen the night watchman collecting fallen sticks and keeping himself warm at night by lighting them up. It was winter and she was sure the beggar woman didn’t have a house or blanket to keep herself warm in the cold winter nights of Ahmedabad.

Staying in Ahmedabad had its perks. Every school holidays, they visited Delhi to meet their grandparents and cousins. As Tara became older, she visited Delhi even without her parents. She loved her cousin sisters. They were elder, wiser and wittier. Tara was in complete awe of them.

One day, Tara was taking a bath with her cousins. As she was putting soap on her body, she observed that both her cousins’ complexion was similar to hers. They were dark. This made Tara think. Her aunt loved Tara like her own daughter, her two daughters looked more like Tara than her own mother’s other children did.

When she was born to her aunt who already had two daughters, her grandmother was very upset. She decided to give Tara to her other daughter in law, who didn’t have any kids of her own yet.

A kid’s mind could be wonderfully fertile. Her imagination ran away with her and she was convinced that her parents were not her real parents. She was the daughter of her aunt and sister of her cousins. If only she had confirmed with her parents, she could have saved much of the heart break.

About Anshu Bhojnagarwala

Fiction Addict. Agatha Christie Fan.
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23 Responses to Cacophony in the neighborhood (chapter 3)

  1. Miss Andi says:

    Ah just when I thought she was growing into herself happily, we’re back to her insecurities, bless her! Great story!

  2. syncwithdeep says:

    It feels heavy.. I can’t bear to see the kid getting upset. Well written. Waiting for the next episode 🙂

    • mammaspeaks says:

      Thanks so much for taking out the time to read and comment. For a carefree girl, Tara never shares her insecurities with anyone. See you tomorrow!

  3. Writing a series is always such a huge challenge in itself.good luck.
    Here from
    Second thoughts First

  4. Isn’t she a wonderful kid? The kids needs to enjoy their childhood, I can’t imagine the trauma some kids face due to the beauty perceptions we adults have. Beautifully written.

  5. Aesha says:

    This is getting interesting with every chapter.

  6. Shalzmojo says:

    I used to imagine that I would one day open the door and there would be these peeps standing there claiming me to be theirs as I had become lost to them in the hospital! Yes we do have very fertile imaginations when we are hurt or trying to rationalise our feelings!

    Color Master by Aimee Bender #atozchallenge

  7. Dipika Singh says:

    hahaa… seriously Kid’s mind and their imaginations. But yes there imaginations bring lot of creativity home too. I would look forward to what happens next 🙂

    • mammaspeaks says:

      Very true Dipika – what would we do without it. The fourth chapter’s published. I was looking for your new post the whole morning, I guess you published later in the day. Hopping it to now! 🙂

  8. Meha Sharma says:

    Oh, she thinks she is adopted because she looks different. Children’s imagination really know no boundaries. Good read!!

    • mammaspeaks says:

      Absolutely Meha! The color of the skin is the point of discussion here. She has a darker skin color from the rest of her family, and this sows the seed of doubt. 🙂

  9. Imaginations must rise and soar for creativity to develop!!!! May seem wierd at times,,… but well.. thats how it is

  10. Neethu says:

    Loved the way you have mentioned the play fun very relatable…

  11. Neethu says:

    Could make out..😍😜

  12. Meena says:

    Poor tara! I do hope she would confirm with her parents soon.

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