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The way he treated her it was heavens to see them both siting and eating roasted corns together..
After all she was a special child.
Yes THE special child.
She was special in her own way. At the age of 2 doctors declared her state by explaining that even after maturity she would still have the brain of a 5 year old.
But still that didn't work the moment he saw her.
Actually he was just returning from college when he saw that his neighbours are changed. It wasn't the usual khuranas.. the door usually locked and muffled screams of Aunty shouting at her son for not doing his homework.
He got to know that they left and someone else had taken the house.
There was a cute old couple.. and then there was she.
When he first saw her it was a bit odd to see an 18 year old still keeping a doll with her wherever she went. She was a bit blonde and had those deep blue eyes. She only reached his chest. Yet she was always hopping and jumping. She was but somehow abstract in her moves. She used to stare at the line of ants crawling around for hours or would always hold her mother's hand while even sitting in the verandah. He noticed that she never talked and the only thing that came out of her mouth was some babble.
Mustering some courage he went to her house the next day.
Yes yes the usual greet your new neighbour thing but he was curious to find about that girl too.
So he knocked.
The door was opened by her mother.
After the greetings were exchanged he was so curious to know what was with that girl he instinctively greeting her by a streched hand.
But he was just replied by a stare and a half smile.
Her mother shouted from behind....
"Please, Dear shake hands!!"
She grabbed her hand so quickly that he was quick too to end the touch. Her mother noticed the unusual strangeness growing and called him to the kitchen.
Then he knew that what was wrong.
She was a special child.
He felt really sorry for her. For not getting to know people. Not having to socialize with people. Not having to learn or get close to people.
But as if she was a magnet.
Even after returning from the house he was constantly in thoughts.
The more he stared at her the more he got so into the girl that he couldn't keep himself. Whenever he saw her he used to greet her and make some or the other remark or do something that she replies.
But she always was locked up.
She would just stare at him.
Or sometimes smile.
Oh I forget to mention that.
The most beautiful thing in the world that was even dearer to him and his diary was her smile.
It was magical!
As if the hands of the clock stopped.
The world stops spinning and everything just stops.
He promised himself that he would do anything... Mind you .. anything in this word to keep her smiling.
Oh how he wished that he could take her out. Go to school with her do something.
But you know what?
He sucked at his life.
He wasn't a star kid too.
He was just a nerd. All keeping everything to himself and his diary.
He wasn't social too. Even his Instagram account had only minimum people that he would connect.
Connect to him was just talking.
But not with her.
When he was with her he used to connect himself to his soul.
Everything seemed so beautiful and peaceful.
He was granted the permission to speak and play with her.
Her mother noticed that he was different. Usually people who got to know her...
Her mother dreaded that.
They usually sexualized her.
A girl with no brains but great beauty was a hot thing to deal with.
That too she barely talked.
But her mother saw that he was different.
He would spend hours just to get her smile.
After all the new neighborhood was good.
It was so cute to see him dancing and swaying to funny songs just to see her smile.
And he used to even bring her ice-creams.
She loved it.
It was so much cute to see them.
She even used to not speak to her father as he abandoned her when he got to know her medical conditions.
Her father just used to bury himself in the newspaper.
But he was the only person that she talked to.
Or whatever babling is.
Maybe that what life is all about.
It maybe that maybe life isn't what is it gives you.
It is what you make out of it.
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