Raima was a seven year old lovely and bubbly girl who stayed in our neighbourhood. With her fair skin and large dreamy eyes, she radiated angelic charm. Raima never really had to crave for love which, she received in abundance from her parents, and from her maternal uncles and aunts. The adulation and affection showered on her by her mausis and and mamas was also due to the fact that she was the only niece from maternal side and was understandably pampered and dotted on. She was always showered with girly and dainty stuffs like frilly frocks, barbie dolls and accessories, trendy hairpins, satiny sequined sling bags and also shoes of different colours to match her dresses. Her mother, Sharmistha was a school teacher, but despite her busy schedule, she always managed to bathe, feed and dress Raima, although children of her age in the neighbourhood, managed their chores on their own. Her bedroom wall was pasted with pink barbie wall papers with matching pink satin curtains in the windows. Stuffed dolls of all sizes and shapes were scattered all around her room but all she cared and loved among her toys was a bald headed big eyed doll which she used to carry everywhere.
Raima’s father, Shamir Sengupta, was a professor in the department of Physics in a technical institute of repute. A highly academic person, he was always buried neck deep with his book and was not the kind of person to socialize. Sharmistha, on the contrary, was a vivacious and attractive lady with a kind of exuberance that was infectious. She would complain often that Shamir was so much lost in his academic world that he never remembered their anniversary and birthdays. But when it comes to his daughter, it was as if all his dorment love surfaced and he would become a dotting father. It was amazing to see an over-studious person like Shamir feeding his daughter (who was a fussy eater) with full devotion and patience, sometimes even missing some important meeting in the process. (to be continued)...
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