Niti always dreamt of having a doll with curly hair, so she insisted that her parents buy her one.
Niti’s mother rebuked her, “You have so many dolls! You want one more! Niti, you shouldn’t behave this way.”
Niti looked at her mother with watery eyes. “Sorry, Ma. Actually, I really like curly hair. But my own hair is straight.”
Niti’s father noticed the tears in her eyes and told her mother, “Don’t talk to our daughter harshly. Come on! She is only six years old.”
Then he shifted his gaze to Niti and asked gently, “Can you wait until your birthday?”
Niti’s face beamed with joy, and she spoke with excitement, “Yes! I can! My birthday is only three months away.”
Niti’s mother spoke in an annoyed voice, “Supratim, you always do everything she asks for. She already has a lot of dolls and toys. If she gets so much, she won’t understand the value of things. You need to understand…”
Niti’s father interrupted, “We’ll talk about it later.” Then he asked Niti, “Why do you like curly hair so much?”
Niti thought for a while and then replied, “I think it looks more beautiful than straight hair.”
Her father smiled, looking at her hair. He spoke again, “Fair enough! But you look lovely with your straight hair.”
Niti responded thoughtfully, “I know. But I would look even more beautiful if my hair were curly.”
Niti’s mother looked at her innocent daughter’s face. She realised it was impossible for her to stay angry with Niti for long. Then she spoke in a soft voice, “Your aunt had a curly-haired doll when she was a child. She was really fond of that doll. She used to talk to it. She kept it near her while sleeping.”
Niti’s eyes widened, and she asked curiously, “Was aunt’s doll beautiful?”
Niti’s mother gave a tender smile. “Yes, she was very beautiful. Her eyes were like a deep river. Her hair looked voluminous. She wore a vibrant yellow frock. It seemed she stepped out of a fairy tale.”
Niti listened to her mother intently. “Ma, you know my close friend Trisha’s doll looks so beautiful and cute. When I went to her birthday last year, she showed me her curly-haired doll. That doll also wore a yellow-coloured frock.”
Niti’s mother spoke in a serious voice, “I’m sure Trisha’s doll looks lovely! But your Bengali tutor, Hema Ma’am, will be here any time. Let’s discuss dolls later.”
Niti nodded and went to her room, thinking about dolls.
Niti spoke in her mind, When Baba gives me a doll for my birthday, I will show it to Trisha. I’m sure she will like my doll just as much as I like hers.
Niti looked at the drawings of a curly-haired doll she had made. Her knack for drawing was clearly visible in them. She smiled merrily, looking at the drawings and thinking about her birthday.
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