New Home

The man who saved my life was a tall ,heavy built person ,with a mustache that looked fake,he didn't talk much, but he did try comforting me,i was rather scared of him, he took me with him to his home ,which was a long journey to a small village near Kathmandu,it was a overnight journey we were travelling in a bus,i could not believe the fact that i had lost my family and now i was on my way to an unknown land with a complete stranger in a bus filled with people who kept staring me , there were injured people ,some people were really old and i was wondering if they will be able to make it through the journey, i kept thinking different things when finally i slept off , the next thing i saw was a hut made of large logs and the roof was covered with grass. this guy lets call him the captain was carrying me in his arms towards the hut , i felt his strong body around me ,it was something really different from my father, it was nothing like his tender and soft touch , it was more of something that had insecurity and and overwhelming feeling something that can be best described as the feeling one would get after finally hunting down an animal ,in the hut i met the devil himself,it was like meeting an angel first, but later on i realized it was the Devil disguised as a motherly loving young woman,she looked very beautiful , she must have been in her thirties ,very pale skin with dark hair and a flawless complexion ,she had a smile that can lighten up anyone, she immediately took me in her arms and kissed me on my forehead ,telling me that she was so lucky to have found such a beautiful little girl over the course of the following day she provided me everything,she did look a bit similar to my own mother , who was crushed to death, she would pate my back,she kept on telling me that everything will be fine,her voice it was marvelous , it was enchanting something that felt so soothing to me,it touched my heart and my soul,she provided me with a meal,although my stomach was starving it was begging for food,i guess the medicines were taking there toll on me , but my mind was still with my parents , with the tragedy that had killed them, the beautifully disguised Devil made me to drink milk and eat something that i cannot recall, but what ever it was , it quenched my hunger. then it was time for me to sleep, they put me in a modestly small bed, which was so small that i couldn't fit into it , maybe it was for a toddler, whatever it was , i couldn't sleep that night .. all i could think about was my family, and there was a little pain in my left leg now may be it was the lack of space that was troubling me ,around midnight i over heard a conversation between my new caretakers , they were fighting over something , then i heard one of them say, she will be burden on us it will be difficult to raise her . the voices died down in a while , but there was this uncanny terror in me that i could not sleep the whole night ! 

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Manisha