F – Frock (A short fiction)

It was late in the evening, the 8 year old girl Divya had gone out to play. It was her birthday today, and she was wearing her favorite pink frock.

The pink frock has an interesting story behind it.

“Amma, I somehow need this pink frock for this birthday. Please buy me this, please.” she pleaded her mom.

Her mom was a coolie worker, whose daily wages were enough just to feed herself, Divya and her aging mother. Divya’s father had died when she was 3 years old. So there wasn’t much financial support from anyone for her mother. She was the sole earning member of the house.

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It’s not often that Divya saw something and desired to have it. She always understood that they never had that luxury of having whatever they wished. She understood, that they were born poor. But this was the first time, she desired to have something.

So her mother somehow saved some money to get that pink frock from the shop. It had cost her Rs. 1500/-. But the happiness on Divya’s face when she wore that dress on her birthday, priceless.

She was eagerly awaiting for her happy daughter to return home after playing. That’s when she saw Divya entering the house.

As soon as she entered home, she immediately went to the small area which was partitioned like a bedroom with the help of a big cloth. She removed her pink frock and flung it away.

Her mom was upset. “Why would she do that?” she thought. So she called Divya and asked her. She was not in the mood to talk anything. She didn’t say a word.

“Ok, I have prepared chapati for dinner, your favorite. Come, let’s eat. Amma is hungry.” she said.

“No ma. I am not hungry today. Please, you have dinner.” Divya said.

After trying to force her to come to eat, a couple of times, she stopped.

What goes through a 8 year old girl? How could she know. She might have had some silly fight with some friend. Maybe someone told her that her frock isn’t good.

That’s what her mom was thinking. That’s when she observed Divya, picking up her diary and writing something. She had this habit of writing a diary. She would write something, color something, paste some pictures in that diary.. She never interfered in her daughter’s things, as she never understood what she wrote. She wasn’t educated and couldn’t read English. In fact, she could just speak in her native language.

But that day, she was curious to know what she had written and why she threw away her favorite pink frock, for which she had desired for since long. So after Divya slept, she went near her, kissed her forehead and picked up the diary. She opened the door carefully and went to her neighbour’s house, where a girl, roughly of around 14 years old, was reading her text book.

“Hey, you know to read right? Can you please read the last entry in the diary.” she pleaded with her, because she knew she was interrupting her studies.

But she acknowledged. The girl knew that she had never asked for something like this before and felt it was very important. So she read it.

She flipped the pages to reach the last written page. It read

“Today, on my birthday, my mom brought me my favorite pink frock.

I was so happy, but now I am not.

I wouldn’t have wore that pink frock.

Now I know why Mom didn’t buy me one for a long time.

Mom told that it was very expensive.

Mom told that it was meant only for rich people and not for poor.

But she didn’t tell me the real reason.

The real reason is, If I wear that pink frock, that uncle at the opposite of my house will lift it up and play with me like a toy.

Why didn’t she tell me that?

He also threatened me not to tell mom because he would hurt me, if I did.

So, I am writing it here. Why mom? Why didn’t you tell the real reason despite knowing it?

Here after, I would never wear that pink frock, in my entire life.”

The End

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Dear readers, please feel free to comment/critique my stories. It would be of immense help.  In case you already don’t know, I am writing this as part of the A to Z short story challenge

Here are the other stories that I have written as part of this challenge :

A – Addiction (A short fiction)

B – Bookmark (A short fiction)

C – Critic (A short fiction)

D – Drip (A short fiction)

E – Escort (A short fiction)

F – Frock (A short fiction)

G – Greed (A short fiction)

H – Hero (A short fiction)

I – Insomnia (A short fiction)

J – Jigsaw (A short fiction)

K – Kick

L – Landline (A short fiction)

M – Minute (A short fiction)

N – Novel (A short fiction)

O – Overtime (A short fiction)

P – Proposal (A short fiction)

Q – Quarter (A short fiction)

R – Revenge (A short fiction)

S – Sunlight (A short fiction)

T – Typewriter (A short fiction)

U – Useless (A short fiction)

V – Vendetta (A short story)

W – Wild (A short fiction)

X – Xylophone (A short fiction)

Y – Yogurt (A short fiction)

Z – Zoo (A short fiction)

Please do take your time to read and drop in your comments.  Thanks.

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14 thoughts on “F – Frock (A short fiction)

  1. A well written story. A shame we see the disappointment of a child by the baseness of what should have been a trusted adult. One can only hope that somehow the man is punished and that mother can explain somehow to the child the reason she didn’t want to buy the dress without admitting she’s broken the confidence of the diary.
    Hugs

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    • Thank you very much David for your kind words. Hmmm, I agree that such animals should be punished.

      But many people aren’t aware of the abuse that is happening to their children. Especially if they are brought up in environments, where the relationship between parent and children is more fear based than respect based.

      If the children are afraid of parents, they would never open up such issues due to the fear and blame games.

      So, I wanted to touch upon this topic and spread some awareness.

      And thanks for your love, I am grateful that you managed to read and drop in a meaningful comment. Hugs.

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  2. One can not imagine the ending like this. I had goose bumps and tears in my eyes while reading this. Society is full of such filthy people’s. It is a strong message towards child abuse. Congratulations on writing this piece.

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    • Hi Falak, I’m glad the message that I intended to give through this story has come out well, in the sense that it has made you emotional. Thanks for your kind words, it really encourages me to write more.

      And yeah, society is full of such filth, but we need to do our part by educating and spreading awareness. That’s what I am trying to do, do my part 🙂

      Thanks for dropping by. Highly appreciated. Your words mean a lot to me. As a writer, this is the first time, I am hearing words like this, so I will remember this message. 🙂

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    • Thank you Janani. I have always strong feelings about this topic, that’s what has come out as this story. Keep reading and keep encouraging 🙂 Your words does motivate me to do more, even if they are suggestions or otherwise 🙂

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