The Little Sister

Bula clutched the doll in her hands. “Can she become Niva?,” she asked her mother. Bula’s mother suppressed a cry. “Amma, please tell me she can,” Bula insisted. Her mother hugged her and sobbed on her shoulders. “Niva isn’t coming back, dear,” she tried to console her elder daughter. Bula’s eyes watered as she looked at her younger sister’s portrait overlooking her mother’s shoulder.

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I'm an avid reader and writer. Reading gets me a feeling of understanding the world through different perspectives and writing helps me outline my thoughts from the cobwebs that the mind has trapped it in!

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