Overshadowing Dark Clouds

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The prose -- "Overshadowing dark Clouds"


Being the sole child of the parents is neither totally good nor completely bad. While sometimes a feeling of having unshared affection from the parents whispers into the ears, “Like Swagata and Sanyukta, you don't have to share the pampering at all”, sometimes it peeps from my mind, “Had I a sibling, no matter whether a brother or a sister...”

In the house, the entire attention and affection of Mom, Dad and Granny are upon me. No sharing of love and fondling... No fighting for securing my own belongings...

Still, there is always a joy in sharing, which, like many others, I miss too. Every time, during the visit to the maternal uncle's ancestral village, a place rich in greenery, simplicity of the people and their cordial love for all, loneliness mingled with the pleasure of being in the lap of nature surrounds me.




















Whenever the sight of fighting between the two sisters, namely, Swagata and Sanyukta, catches my eyes, even after trying for several times to ignore it, the scary giant of seclusion engulfs me. Every moment, a prompt from the soul tries to tell me, “Think as if you are one of them, think as if they are your siblings...”, but a fear, at the same time, hinders, “Dare not to intrude, because you have to face the reality, which is harsh, still inevitable”. Yes, even though they are the cousins, even though they love me a lot, they have their own world of understanding and relationship.

However, in the long run, it is an easy task to realise the actual situation. No company of siblings, no happiness... Heartiness gets overshadowed with the black clouds of gloom, being the only child in the family.










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