The first year after her mother’s death crawled away, then it took its speed, and before she could look back five years have passed since she was gone.
Now she was a sixteen year old girl.
People stopped and looked at her went she walked by.
“Everyone stares at you because you look like elves… not the bad ones… the pretty ones of TLOR…” her best friend has confided in her.
“You are far more prettier than me…” she has told her in return, straight from heart.
She never knew herself, why people looked back at her, but her friend was right, there was that divine glow in her face… the same glow.
“Misha…this is Ragini…” his father introduced her to a young girl, who looked a few years older than her.
“She will stay with us for the weekend…”
“Okay daddy…” she waved at them before heading for her treehouse.
Her addiction to that treehouse have turned into addiction.
six months later, when Anuragini became her stepmother, that treehouse became her main home, she only visited the bungalow for food.
“Misha… ” Shekhar sat down beside her. She was sitting beside the river. “I was thinking… about shifting to Kolkata.”
“Can I stay back here?” Misha asked.
“You know we cant leave you alone here…” Shekhar said.
“Please daddy… I can take care of myself… ” she said.
“Give me some time…” he patted her shoulder and returned to the bungalow.
a pleasant tickling in her feet brought her concentration back to present, she looked at the river, its crystal clear water was sparkling like thousand diamonds.
She hoped and prayed with all her heart … and it was returned.
His father and Anuragini packed up their stuffs and left by the end of the month, “I will come every weekend… you will be fine with Mrs. Morgan (Misha’s governess), Rani will come up regularly too… ”
“There will be a bedroom ready for you in Kolkata… so if you dont like it here… ” Anuragini waved her before entering the car. Her eyes were behind dark glasses, so she could not see them… whether they were relieved or sad.