Tale of a Child, Who is a Bit Wild!

The woman has enough on her plate. The child is quite a handful. The child pines and whines, all day long. She pines for what she can’t have, and whines as to why she can’t have them. The woman reasons with her, and tries to make her find happiness in the small joys of life. Sometimes she succeeds and the child’s laughter rings out, loud and clear. Sometimes, the child is inconsolable and the woman just browbeats her into silence. After all, the woman always has the last word.

The woman has enough on her plate. The child is quite a handful. The child won’t let go of anybody who comes close to her. Even if she annoys them to death, she refuses to let them alone. She would cling on to them, her tiny fingers clutching at them with all their might. The woman distracts her, so that these people can move away. She tries to keep her from being a nuisance to other people, she teaches her to live on her own. At times, the child grudgingly lets go of the people but most of the times, the woman tricks her into doing that. After all, the child can never get better of the woman.

The woman has enough on her plate. The child is quite a handful. Love is what she hankers after – care is something she can never have enough of. Give her a bit of love, and she can renounce the world for you. The woman wants her to be selfish. She warns the child that there are people out there who can barge into her world one day, only to leave in a huff some other day. The child does not give a damn to what the woman says. And she suffers. And she breaks down. The woman takes charge. The child recedes in the background, in some dark room, away from the prying eyes. Right now, the woman is in charge – the child is locked up somewhere, waiting to be freed…