So difficult to be simple...
In these almost 2 years of staying at home, I have seen this child grow from my balcony. She's roughly 4-5 years old, has started to go to school now. I don't know her name. She lives with her mother, auntie (mother's younger sister) and her maternal grand parents. I began to notice her since she just started walking. Her mother would run around her trying to feed her rice and smashed potatoes with dal (a staple bengali breakfast, lunch and dinner sort of ). She was as happy and unperturbed as a 2n1/2 - 3 year old would be. I enjoyed watching her, rather was drawn to her for the liveliness and newness she bought into the mundane, boring, busy lives of dysfunctional adults. It's only after few days of watching her grow, when it suddenly hit me, where is this kid's father!? and how come it's always only her mother attending to her. And so I asked around and got to know that her mother does not stay with the husband anymore. She came back to her father's home...