Your illness.

“What?!” I said over the top of my voice, on the phone call.

“Yes, it’s true. I am sorry, I didn’t… I shouldn’t have told you about it.” She replied in an apologizing tone.


She said you were hospitalised. You were in the ICCU. I didn’t even know it’s full form. And, now, you gave me such a big shock that…you had cancer! That too the last stage!

I was lost in your thoughts, obviously, it was an expected reflex. I now had no time to blame you for leaving me. I had to meet you. Probably, for the last time. I ran, ran until I thought I’ll lose my breath.

There were you. Lying on that bed, unconscious. No idea of who was standing besides you…

I now know that there’s something the God wants to happen between us. Something special, a bond which may be unique, beautifully weird for others.

                                     – Mansi Chaubey.


Chapter 2

Phew! Luckily, the secretary of the building was one of our neighbours. We got our protocols completed, entirely, in a month itself! What a relief! We were now staying in a flat! In Mumbai! So exciting even to hear!

I was now 2 years old. The secretary’s daughter, my Pradnya taai, was very much close to me. I used to play daily with her. Later, I started going oftenly to her residence. I loved it there. I got an uncle, Pradnya taai’s dad, too, to play with me! He and me became best friends gradually. I became his ‘Manso’ and he became my ‘uncle tinkle’. He used to tease me with a fictional character’s name- ‘Razak’, who usually died in our ‘mazak’, and hence the phrase, ‘mazak-mazak mein Razak marr gya!’

I joined a school, too. Now, I was 4 years old. I played with all my friends, my uncle tinkle, Pradnya taai, my sister, everyone! But this time, one more friend was added to this list. It was ky Pradnya taai’s mum. Pradnya taai usually called her ‘mumma’. One day, I thought that ‘mumma’ is what she’s supposed to be called, so must stop calling her ‘aunty’. So, to do so, I asked her I could call her ‘mumma’. She said, “Yes, why not?” Since that very day, our bond grew stronger.

Even if I was 4 years old, I still had my ‘dala-bhata’ only from my mummy’s hand. She used to run behind me, every hour, saying, “Mansiyaa, come on! Have this last spoon!”

Gradually, I started sleeping at mumma’s place. Yes, Pradnya taai’s place, had now become mumma’s. Why? My dearest Pradnya taai was now married! But unfortunately, I couldn’t visit her marriage ceremony, due to school. How could I go? The ceremony was in Allahabad, Uttar Pradesh!

Chapter 1

I sit. Think, overthink. Realize my mistakes; but don’t cry this time. I feel strength in me. I can feel the blood flowing through me, which consists of nothing else, but fearlessness and happiness. All the way, uptil now, I have learned my things. I have learned to face people, love, heartbreak, emotions, wrong situations, happiness, anger, everything! And yet, I am just fourteen. What makes my story, so different from others? What makes me, so different from others?…

I was born, in a hospital which hardly anyone knew existed. Born between those people, who were never going to play any major in my life. Yet, just yet, love was expected from them to be showered. But instead of sweets, tears were offered to my mum. What else could she have? I was a girl child! It is a crime, to give birth to a girl child! Why will people be happy, with my addition in their lives?

Yet, there was a man, who although played a so called ‘villain’s role’ in my future, when I was a teen, for my dreams, but knew that I’m surely lucky for him. I later called him ‘papa’ as everyone taught me to. He either had a misconception or a trust, faith that I’ll fulfill his needs, wants, dreams, later in life.

Papa first thought me to be his ‘lucky charm’, after he got a chance to settle in Mumbai, forever. All the way from U.P. to Mumbai, instantly, after my birth. All the way from a struggling village, to a city of dreams. He had finally fulfilled his dream, to settle in Mumbai, with family.

We came here- Mumbai- the city everyone wants to reside in. Just like all other families, my family too, was a joint- family. And again, just like other families, they had fights too, which ultimately resulted in decision to get apart. To have separate homes, for each of the family, from this joint-family.

My uncles soon found homes for their families. So did my dad. We came to live in a building, in a flat. We were the second owners of this flat. And so we had to rush to complete the official protocols, soon, to live here with peace.