Loss...

She was telling all this to that old lady who was handling a nervous child.

But she was the one who accompanied me in my lonely nights.

Her grandmother leaned and kissed her forehead gently.She filled affection in her tone.

You’re such a strange kid,my dearest girl.You,by yourself,buried her in your worn-out box and now demanding her to come to you when she can never do this

Yeah!but she always showed herself whenever I needed her.This time she is not popping out of that box

Maybe she doesn’t want you anymore.

Perhaps.But I want her and this matters!

So why don’t you open that box and find her?

No!this is against my ego.

But to quote you she was the one who accompanied you in your lonesome.

Well,in that case,I am enough for myself.

Yourself is contradictory.

And so the feelings are!

This time her old granny stared at her but spoke nothing.Knowing what she must be thinking little girl spoke loudly:

I don’t know  how it is.Children have habits and so have i.They play and so do i.But I play with my toy’s feelings.And this is my hobby.I pain those toys and see if they still stand by my side.They always did,granny! Most unnatural phenomenon.But this time that doll doesn’t come out! She doesn’t stand there! To my bad,most natural phenomenon!

She’s gone!

Where granny?!

Nowhere.

Then?uh!you confuse me so!

I am not lying.She is nowhere.Neither in peace nor in anxiety.She has just stopped feeling for you.You’ve been playing with her for so long and this time she has stopped feeling.

So,you mean I can’t play with her anymore?

Quite right.

But this is wrong! She must feel  for me or else it is against the laws of nature.She must feel so that I can play.

So that you can harm her?

Umm..well..No!so that I can play,granny! Its as simple as that!

Look at your toy shelf.

Granny hold her from her shoulders and turned her towards the toy shelf which was empty of toys except there was a heart shaped toy which when turned on sang ‘I still feel the same about you’.

Her granny gripped her shoulders tightly and said:

Look.You’ve destroyed all your toys and now you’re left alone by them.You harm them.Bury them somewhere and expect them to return to you with the same tenderness which  they hold once for you.

You mean now they don’t love me?

No.

Really?!

Yes.

Granny you hurt me so!

You play with them like all children,but unlike them you play with unnatural phenomenon.

Girl’s face becomes depressed but she keeps silence.Her granny leaves the room quietly.She moves with her little steps towards the toyshelf.She examines that heart and push the ‘on’button.It starts singing ‘I still feel the same about you’She questions it "Will you hate,me,too?" It keeps on singing ‘I still feel the same about you’ She talks to herself:

I don’t believe even a word of her.None of my toys have stopped feeling for me.They’re lost in some maze.I’ll wait for them the way they’re waiting.We bear the relation of silence.

She gazes at the heart for the long time and took it into the garden.On her way to garden she told her granny that she will bury this heart in the garden and will listen daily its music which will prove that her toys didn’t stop feeling for her even when she harms them.

She started digging the garden.She dig out a hole and put that heart into it.The more she buried the heart into it the more particles were damaging the machinery.At last,she heard nothing.There were no music that came out to console her.She was in the chaos.There was no sound.There was no soothsayer.She had realized that her granny was right.Every of her toy was fed up of her.The moment they parted with her they had stopped feeling for her.This epiphany seemed to her the most unnatural phenomenon.Tears rolled down on her cheeks and she cried in most natural and childish manner.