My dear Pari goes to a hostel.

Neha was sitting in the balcony  with a paper and a few pictures in her hand. Tears were flowing  endlessly  like a stream,which she did not even wipe away. Nobody could say whether these tears were of  sorrow or satisfaction. In the last one hour she  read the paper in her hand  umpteen times.
                     Her thoughts drifted  to the events of the past. She and  Suresh were married  for three years and she had not conceived. They had lost all hopes of becoming parents. Then one fine morning she realised that she had missed  her periods for two months. A lady doctor confirmed that she was on the family way. She and Suresh were in seventh heaven. Time passed quickly and she gave birth to a baby girl. Their joy knew no bounds. The baby was  like a doll.She had golden brown hair and pretty blue eyes  .They named her Pari.  The child was the apple of their eyes. When she was four years old ,they sent her to a Convent School.She was a brilliant child.  When Pari was in class five, Suresh got a transfer to a small town, where a huge gas plant was scheduled to be constructed. Being an Engineer he was the Head of the team. There were no schooling facilities in the town. They had no other option but to send Pari to a hostel. Mother, as well as  the daughter cried for several days. Finally with a heavy heart, Pari was admitted to the hostel and Suresh joined his duty. Pari wrote a letter every week, stating that she was very unhappy and wanted to be back home. The couple were always tense. Suresh applied for a transfer, which, he knew very well would not be entertained.All these past events replayed in front of Neha's eyes,as  she was reading a letter from Pari which had she received about an hour ago.. She was not aware for how long she was sitting in  the balcony. She read and re read the letter. Her husband entered the balcony, but she did not notice. Suddenly he asked what was she doing there. She handed the letter to him.Without a word he started reading.
       My dear Mom and Dad,
                                     We had Independence Day  celebrations in the school today. It was great fun.  First of all  our tri coloured National Flag was hoisted. by Principal Sir. All the children sang the National anthem.We  were in school uniform, boys in white shirt and blue pants and girls in white blouse and blue skirts. The green. trees in the background  were wonderful. Then there was a march past. The children were wearing  red and black dress.The Punjabi gidda dance was very good. Children were wearing yellow, red ,green and blue saris.They looked so sweet and grown up in saris. We were also dancing in our seats. There was a small  skit.We laughed and  laughed. Girls from my class performed Kuchipudi dance. They looked pretty in red,blue and green salwar suits.  Next time I will also participate. In the end we were given chocolates.Mom and Dad, I am very happy. I love my school.I am very very happy. Thank you Mom and Dad for sending me to this school.  Luv you Mom and Dad.
 Your loving daughter.
  Pari
Suresh read the whole letter in one  glance. He looked at Neha,smiled and hugged her. They were at peace .

Flag hoisting.

Children singing National Anthem

March past dress

gidda dance.

                                                                                               

kuchipudi dance

          pics courtesy google
         tags colours, red,green,yellow,blue,black and white
        genre fiction
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