By Fatima Absar. 
  Memory Remains…

I was a terrible child. Not much girlish or shy. I use to play cricket, cycling, skating all this was I use to do.

In spite of all this I have a good collection of teddies and dolls. But what I still remember is my pink singing and dancing doll, my mum gave me on my 5th birth day.

I was not much sharing and friendly child. The memory which is stick to my mind is of my favorite singing doll. Probably, the feeling would be different if it was happened due to my mistake. My cousin took my doll and start playing with it. I do mind this because I was not a sharing child.

I was struggling to tolerate this but after a while my doll was on the floor and its blue eye popped out of its space. I stand stunned and due to the shock I couldn’t even cried. When my mum managed to took up my doll its voice was chocked.

My favorite doll was spoiled. And eventually I was in tears. After that every person had tried to console my grief. They were ready to get me a new doll but there was a “No” and “Yahi wali chaeye” from my side.

Well, I kept that doll with me for many years and then my mum gave that to someone. The reason was I won’t talk to that girl. Although my mum scolds me and said, “You won’t even play with it much” and I use to say so what it was my favorite mum.

 Everything is fine now. But yes I once said to her “Hey! You broke my favorite doll”.

Losing a dearest is always worst but eventually it happens and the memory remains!!