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The Kajal in her eyes.


Struggling with her long hair, stuck in the hairbrush she managed to pull out close to 20 hair strands each time she swirled her brush on her hair with pure irritation. Seeing herself with bald patches on her hair line her tears knew no boundaries, she cried till the sunset. That’s when her 4 year old woke up, seeing her mother weeping she was utterly confused. With the brains of a 4 year old she could only see the hair strands loitering near the dressing table and wonder why is her mother crying?
In a matter of 30 seconds, she ran like the “flash” to the table where her school bag was kept neatly on the side with the frozen princess’s print embarked on it. She unzipped one of the pockets, took out something, quenched it in her hands and then the bag saw her running towards her mother as she even forgot to zip up its chain.
She looked at her mother with sympathetic eyes and held her left hand into her right one. She put a tiny tube of fevicol into her hand and the little angel said “ mumma, you can paste your hair back into your head with this like I pasted the lion on my board the other day.” Listening to that, the mother had a quick smile on her face thinking about how innocent her little one is. Poor girl compared her kinder garden project with the seriousness of life.
She very politely told her child that this can’t be done, the glue wont work on her. The girl with confused eyes kept looking at her as if she was trying to concentrate on something. After a minute or two she pulled out the drawer showcasing towards her mother and took out the kajal her mother used to wear just about two months ago. The frequent visits to hospitals took a toll on her and the shedding hairs were mere proof of her deteriorating condition day by day. Although she was a strong lady but witnessing an ailing mother in the mirror was heart breaking for her. Her daughter, however proved to have solutions for every problem her mother was going through in her head, and she indeed was proud of herself too!
She was clever enough for her age to know that the black pigments of the kajal would colour the bald patches on the head.
The smart girl had a big smile on her face, showing her teeth on the thought of solving the riddle with flying colours, yes it was indeed a riddle or a game for her yet developing brain which she had cracked not aware of the grave situation in reality.
The mother held her happy daughter in her arms and this time shed the tears of joy knowing that the mother in her had won today over the cancer patient in her!

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