The heart wants to fly but it can't!

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20th June'08

There was silence all over. My eyes were aching irrespective of the truth which can't be seen. it shouldn't have happened with me it shouldn't have...
My ignorant heart was speaking all the time.

But It doesn't matter nor it ever would the way everyone laughed at me or my clothes the way they made fun of me being poor.

I know I don't have money. Mama and Dada always worked hard but still, we cannot compare ourselves with those people on another side of the roads with lavish houses and the way their kids show off their money in the school. If it wouldn't have had for the reservations I wouldn't have got the admission to the school or some other kids like me.

But who would have thought that? I was creating hell for me. I've spent only two years of my schooling at Mountbatten School.

However, I"ll never forget all the times I've been bullied in my classrooms where I had studied hard to prove there that I can do it. Whether professors supported me there or not whether the whole school was against me when I did top in my class when our principal couldn't believe in her eyes that those people who work in other homes can do best in the classroom.

It doesn't matter when I used to drive a bicycle when everyone was driving their cars. I never looked at the floor always held up high and looked into the sky or at least tried it.

Still, when our last day arrived in the school where everyone was enjoying I was stood at the corner looking at them because I was left out like always.

Sometimes, it feels like I don't have a soul only a body to do the work. Throughout my whole journey, every time what I realised is-  I am poor and people don't appreciate me.

Well not everyone, but most of them doesn't appreciate me especially those wealthy ones who think they own everything. I don't understand why they are proud of it so much? when we all know the real truth of life occurs when we will leave this life we all would become the same. Or I can make money also but no! they all are instigating to themselves considering them superior.

"Julia?" Someone called my name

I walked to the ground area where everyone was already existing. I think I shouldn't have come here. Something was wrong because my fellows seem comfortable with me.
And that's not possible! not at all.

***

"Will she be alright, doctor?"

"A little bit weak but I think that is fine." Then the doctor left the room leaving my mom and dad all alone.

Sudden adrenaline rushed in me as the whole world collapsed.

"Are you okay honey?" Dad asked me while soothing my head and mom was still standing there looking at me as I'm an alien or I'd grown one more head.

"Yes. I am fine dad, "

Still, I didn't know what was happening why I was here what was the wrong thing went into school? I remember nothing.

"It's our mistake we should have taken her seriously David
they must have bullied our daughter!"

Mom started crying and looking at her to those wrinkles to that untidy dress to that apron in which butter dough was at the high contagious point. She must have left her workplace to reach here for me... just because of some rich brats.

Her eyes were swallowing, those hazel green eyes were showing every shade of colour at that time and for the very first time I couldn't control my tears then there was no end they started flowing on my cheeks shamelessly. I've been saving them for the day when everything will be fine and we will be happy but no it had to this day.

Dad was not looking at me anymore now he was looking at his hands. His hands were more fragile than hard. His eyes were cracked through the wrinkles Only showing the gratitude in his eyes.

I don't understand what could have gone wrong with them to do something toxic with me. I remember that When I went there where they were calling me. A big size bathtub was waiting for me but I didn't notice when they made a circle around me, all girls and boys of elite society sprayed black pepper powder on my face. when my eyes started burning I became blind for some hours then they pushed me into the bathtub and in that circumstance, I got the reason to be here in the hospital. I remember being soaked all in the body because they threw cold muddy water onto me and then I must have fainted there.

So much hatred for me just because I don't belong to their group to their society or their standards? Because of them, my parents are feeling the worst?

These four years in Mountbatten high School failed me miserably. I wish I can never see anyone's face from that school for the rest of my life.

***

"Did you pack everything, David?"

Mama was shouting at paa continuously I think she was risking too much for her health she is not taking her medicines from time to time all she wanted was to go back to Nagpur city where my maternal grandparents are living. And Paa was continuously trying very hard to sum up all the things we had made from four years here in Mumbai.

I"ll never forget Mumbai it was like a dream to me. A dream with bitter memories but irrespective of the hatred I received here I wish I could never leave this place. This place feels home to me from Marine Drive to Juhu beach I've seen life in here.

When at night we used to walk on the roads because nights seem so silent and beautiful in Mumbai all the stars shine bright in the sky and the wind will always blow away your mind here. The thing about Mumbai is it never stops. Things happen to check your patience to check your capabilities and then it never stops.

My heart skips a beat whenever I see waves of Juhu beach under the moonlight sky.

I wish I will come once again to Mumbai to see its beauty when nothing right or wrong will be left here.

***

"We need to find a cab, David." My mother was continuously glaring at us to our irrelevant facial expressions.

We were all right but a little sad to be in this city after leaving Mumbai we are going to live here.

I'm not overwhelmed but at least I am blessed to have parents like my mom and dad after all I am not going to face all the bullying which was breaking me from inside. I'll try my best here in helping mom and dad after all they are the only one's matters to me.

I sighed as the cab halted at its stop. People say Nagpur is an orange city and I have always wondered but now I know why? Because ahead of me was a beautiful house of the two-story building and ahead of that house was a farm of oranges where hundreds of trees were standing tall flowing their leaves with the direction of the wind.

It was almost dark. But life has not stopped yet. The sky was mesmerizing it was clearly showing the contrast between major city to the minor ones.

I believe the sky here was speaking to me and all the stars are welcoming me under their protection. Wherever my eyes can reach were stars shining bright in the sky and the moon was galloping me.

It was a half-moon night. And not to forget those huge trees of oranges. I wish I could just grab one and eat it now. However, I also don't want to make a bad impression here on my first day so I ceased that thought from my mind.

"Avanti my child finally you are here, " my grandfather came holding his cane so that he can walk properly.

"Dad!" Mom rushed into grandpa's warmth and hugged him tightly. It
Was an emotional moment because grandpa looks old and weak and we are seeing him after so many ages.

"Julia my girl is that you?" He asked me. I know he had seen me after years I was a small baby when we met in the past and now when I've grown up I've got the chance to meet him.

"Yes grandpa, I'm your little Julia the one who used to stay in your arms for hours, " yes that was true he used to hold me up every time whenever he used to see me.

"You've not changed Julia, still those eyes of the ocean and that face of yours reminds me of the sunflower every time. Your bright smile, your innocence is crystal clear from your eyes."

Then he hugged me just like older times.

"I hope you will never change, be the generous one as you are Julia, " he said softly after patting my head.

"I will grandpa!" I replied looking into his old eyes.

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