(The Stolen Diary) Eventually.
Part 1:
Eventually.Eventually, what would happen? What would have she expected? "Eventually, is perhaps a term," she thought, "one would use when they would like to express something that occured in due course of time; after a long delay; wait; happened finally". In this context, could she? Well in due course, yes, after a long wait, yes. But did it eventually convey a sense of relief, joy?
The Random li'l Girl was a little grown up now. The Boy Next Door, had been to a bigger and better school, miles away, and back. During that time, ironically, even miles away they remained pen pals. Chatting their hearts out. They would catch up on play and fights when the Boy Next Door would visit. Sometimes they went grumpy with each other and then one day the Random li'l Girl went to visit the Boy Next Door at his school. And they laughed and played and romped about, teaming together, having fun and all seemed happy.
But the li'l Girl was quite quite silly. She found joys at odd things and thought it would last forever. Little did she know.
Part 2:
When the Boy Next Door came home, the li'l Girl had to go away to a far off land. She had to learn to be own her own and finish her own homework and help herself. She felt lonely and sad because she had no friends and they made her work very hard. The Boy Next Door, was looking to learn something new too. He was growing up after all and had to show what he had learnt at the big school. But they still some times wrote letters, exchanged wishes, smiles, joy and tears.
There was this one thing that bothered the li'l Girl; for days, she wouldn't hear from the Boy Next Door. And she was not able to tell him something if she wanted to. She would go to work, work through the day and come home and set her home right, have her dinner; but through it all she waited and waited for the Boy Next Door. It seemed cruel to her that he would ignore her so and not miss their play. But she was very fond of him. She would smile again each morning and look forward to going home. She even got nice little gifts for him- play things she knew he would like.
But it would hurt her. So she would tell him many a times how she felt. But he seemed to get annoyed some times. Some times, he would listen, but forgot anyway, to write to her. He remembered on days, but so often he would forget. Snd so often she would sit alone and cry and some times hide her tears.
One day, while she was looking for him, he was not to be found. He wouldn't check the letters in his letter box or their play phone ringing. He quite forgot her. She tried so hard to talk to him; then after a week he wrote back, telling her that there were too many things he had to do and he had not time to think of play and may be he was selfish, but may be the bad time would go away. She cried. Because she knew, that they would soon have to go off, many many many miles apart if he didn't tell his other play mates that she was his best friend and he wanted to play with her everyday. They would build play houses and sand castles and sit little dolls in the castles and play fight some more, while a prince charming doll would take their little doll away.
She told him. But he said, he never said he wouldn't play with her. And then again she would hear no more from him. She would be sad and cry and wondered and wondered if the playmates would no longer play again, if they would never talk again or laugh together and chase rainbows.
Eventually, may be, this is what was going to happen. Eventually, may be, this was the inevitable. Little did she know.
Or may be she did. Eventually.
Eventually.Eventually, what would happen? What would have she expected? "Eventually, is perhaps a term," she thought, "one would use when they would like to express something that occured in due course of time; after a long delay; wait; happened finally". In this context, could she? Well in due course, yes, after a long wait, yes. But did it eventually convey a sense of relief, joy?
The Random li'l Girl was a little grown up now. The Boy Next Door, had been to a bigger and better school, miles away, and back. During that time, ironically, even miles away they remained pen pals. Chatting their hearts out. They would catch up on play and fights when the Boy Next Door would visit. Sometimes they went grumpy with each other and then one day the Random li'l Girl went to visit the Boy Next Door at his school. And they laughed and played and romped about, teaming together, having fun and all seemed happy.
But the li'l Girl was quite quite silly. She found joys at odd things and thought it would last forever. Little did she know.
Part 2:
When the Boy Next Door came home, the li'l Girl had to go away to a far off land. She had to learn to be own her own and finish her own homework and help herself. She felt lonely and sad because she had no friends and they made her work very hard. The Boy Next Door, was looking to learn something new too. He was growing up after all and had to show what he had learnt at the big school. But they still some times wrote letters, exchanged wishes, smiles, joy and tears.
There was this one thing that bothered the li'l Girl; for days, she wouldn't hear from the Boy Next Door. And she was not able to tell him something if she wanted to. She would go to work, work through the day and come home and set her home right, have her dinner; but through it all she waited and waited for the Boy Next Door. It seemed cruel to her that he would ignore her so and not miss their play. But she was very fond of him. She would smile again each morning and look forward to going home. She even got nice little gifts for him- play things she knew he would like.
But it would hurt her. So she would tell him many a times how she felt. But he seemed to get annoyed some times. Some times, he would listen, but forgot anyway, to write to her. He remembered on days, but so often he would forget. Snd so often she would sit alone and cry and some times hide her tears.
One day, while she was looking for him, he was not to be found. He wouldn't check the letters in his letter box or their play phone ringing. He quite forgot her. She tried so hard to talk to him; then after a week he wrote back, telling her that there were too many things he had to do and he had not time to think of play and may be he was selfish, but may be the bad time would go away. She cried. Because she knew, that they would soon have to go off, many many many miles apart if he didn't tell his other play mates that she was his best friend and he wanted to play with her everyday. They would build play houses and sand castles and sit little dolls in the castles and play fight some more, while a prince charming doll would take their little doll away.
She told him. But he said, he never said he wouldn't play with her. And then again she would hear no more from him. She would be sad and cry and wondered and wondered if the playmates would no longer play again, if they would never talk again or laugh together and chase rainbows.
Eventually, may be, this is what was going to happen. Eventually, may be, this was the inevitable. Little did she know.
Or may be she did. Eventually.
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