Why God why??
I lost Mummy years ago and now Papa who was my one true hero has also gone.
Wasn’t I doing a good job in being a responsible member of the family? Didn’t I help out with house chores? I even counted every rupee and took the bill in case I had to return medicines and snuggled right next to him, so that he could remember I was still there for him, like how he had been there for me. So why did he die?
I know I have to and I can take care of Dadu Dadi…but..but… why are they telling me I am not their grandchild any more? Don’t they love me? Don’t they want me any more? I won’t give them trouble.. I can even make tea for them and will support them. But please ask them to stop saying my Papa wasn’t my papa!! It’s hurting me, can’t they see?
Why are they saying hospital wale uncle is my dad now, after so many years? How do I believe them? They have never lied to me… or so I thought.. but now it seems my life itself was based on a lie. Surely it’s not true!?! Oh please let me stay here, in this house, close to my Papa’s memories. Don’t snatch them from me!
Hospital wale uncle seems kind… but my heart doesn’t believe he is my dad. But he insists that Papa told him about the baby swap incident. I need proof.. how can I trust a person who i didn’t even know existed 1 week ago?? But he is so persistent. I can’t dishonour dad’s last wishes either and I don’t want to burden Dadu Dadi. So does it mean I have to go away from the only home I have ever known and live with a brand new family?? I feel so numb right now.
How my life seems to have changed in just a few days. How I wish papa had been careful when driving. How I wish my papa was still here…
Tujhse naaraaz nahi zindagi,
hairaan hoo main
Hairaan hoo main.