Denial
The dazzling rays of the sun filled Gita’s eyes with tears. She looked on; let the tears flow down to cool her warm cheeks. She understood for some time that she was more sensitive than others around her. She was special, as gentle as the breeze, as soft as a petal, as pure as dew upon a morning glory. But no one knew, no one understood. As a child she never understood herself too well, but soon she began to mature and found it hard to resolve, to make a choice. Her mind she thought was making place for disturbed thoughts. When she went on holidays to Amu’s house in Banaras, she often played on the rooftop with her. The regular household game was their favourite. She pretended to be the husband and Amu wife. She worked in the office while Amu stayed at home, cooking and keeping the house beautiful. She looked after the children, their two dolls, Tipu and Pipa who were naughty enough to give her a run for the day. However, Amu managed all well, fed them, taught them and kept them aw