Write from the perspective of a forgotten or lost toy.....

Write from the perspective of a forgotten or lost toy.....

Our childhood is filled of  playing with dolls and toys;Spider-Man and Barbie;puppet and cartoons but, irrespective of the beauty of the toy we never cared for it.We kept hold of it for 3 months or at most  an year and no later it becomes one of those lost toys.... realising this I have finally decided to write the tipsy- topsy journey of my very own doll....

On the top rack of the toys section in the city mall of Los Angeles sat a lovely doll....Yes,you guessed it right it is none other than me!!Cute,adorable and kind is a short description I'd like give to myself.Due to my beauty all the other dolls were plain jealous of me!I was the queen of all dolls while  the lights are off, but I was just like a statue when they turn on!

Many little girls wanted to get hold of me but they did not succeed .....Many little girls wanted to take me home but,I costed an arm and leg.........

One fine day a little girl aged around 3 came to the mall in search of her own birthday gift.Like any other girl,her eyes fell on me. She asked her parents but instead of answering , her parents spoke to each other in hushed voices .It was a toss-up. But alas like any other time her parents disagreed in a mischievous manner.Surprisingly after some time I saw the mother of the little girl .She smiled and took me from the rack...I missed a heart beat(though I am heartless)

I was the little girl's surprise gift!The most wanted doll was going to be someone's at last....I was exited as well as nervous..At last the day arrived ,it was her birthday!I was taken from under the bed and the little girl was very surprised on finding me ....

At the first look she named me Pinky as I had and pink dress.I was pretty and so was she because, of which I was always the apple of her eye.I believed in this thoroughly .She had a dozen other dolls but they were all a drop in the bucket whereas I was most pampered.She celebrated my birthday,got a pram for me,gave me chocolates and hugged me while sleeping.I just loved her!!!

 (It's the little girl and me!)

It was an year now that I was her best friend .Her birthday was gonna arrive again and she wanted a Barbie again ..  she again went in search of a doll and got home a pretty adorable doll but,little did I know that the other doll is going to prove me a dark horse!!

After the other doll was presented to the little girl she almost forgot about me .She made the other doll sit in the pram not even asking me.Sleeping with me is far when she did not even wish me goodnight.She did not invite me to any of the birthday parties of the other dolls.She gave my cloths to the other doll!!Oh this was so unfair.

After a few days she actually plucked my hair out and threw me out of the balcony!Yes, you read it right,she threw me out of the balcony.I felt like crying but I was a doll and kept a duplicate smile instead..Then there came a dog who took me by his mouth and threw me in the road.The road cleaner picked me with my ragged cloths and dirty face and put me in the dustbin.Seriously? What had I done to go there?

But luckily to my surprise from the dustbin a small little street girl picked me up and took me to her house.There she dressed me in cloths which she knitted,she wiped me in water,she stitched my cut and she replaced my hair.She was much more kinder than the other little girl.....and today even after 5 years i sit beside her photo frame on the study table...

Now I hope you all understand the pity of the lost and forgotten toy of ours....