I Hate, I hate were the only chanting words from her painful throat. She was unable to answer to the questions of her caretakers as, why she keep uttering, I hate, I Hate? Whosoever met her, would forcefully step backwards, unable to withstand seeing her Tragic Life!
She was once a jolly happy girl. Her contagious Smile healed many hearts. Her blissful hands helped many to climb the peak, but never imagined that, one fine day she becomes the victim of the most painful days of her life. It was totally a heart failing moment for everyone who visited her. But she never said, what is her problem? and whom or what does she hate?
By now, it was already 6 Months! No Relief, No Solutions expressed her Dear Ones. They took her to many Doctors, Nothing changed or Improved. Her looks scared many. Black scars, haphazardly grown hair, patches on her face, her long time worn dress were designed by mice, as if mice are filling their tummies by cutting her dress ; Her visible nerves, visible blood flow in her veins, blue cracked lips.......Everyone would just pity and pray for her better life.
She neither combed her hair nor allowed anyone to comb for her. Her long silky hair was now a gigantic rough hair. Everybody failed to handle her. Her place was totally unhygienic. Her jug of water, looked like a bottle of chemical. Her spectacles were broken into multiple dimensions beyond any visibility. I wondered looking at all this & I truly felt to help her in some way or the other! But, still I didn't had any idea or information who this girl is & reason of her self being in such a pity condition...........