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Short Story

Helpless

Published : Saturday, 31 December, 2016 at 12:00 AM  Count : 614
Jannat-E-Nur


Once upon a time there lived a toymaker. He was the only earning member of his family. He was very skilled yet was very poor. One day using up all his skills, love and savings he created a human like female doll. The doll had human like features. It was warm. It had an air pump inside which would lift the dolls chest up and down as if the doll was breathing. The process of artificial breathing kept the doll warm and comfortable. The doll had sun kissed cheeks, rosy lips and dark cutesy hairdo along with a sweet voice. It was a hugging doll. Whenever someone hugged the doll, the doll put its arms around rubbed the back and said,'' Don't worry, everything's going to be alright. I love you". The toy maker believed that, if someone is sad, all he need is a tight warm hug to lift his mood. The toymaker from that belief put that doll at his shops display. That doll was so beautiful that none could resist to come or to hug. Soon the doll became famous in that town. So was the toymaker, the creator of humanlike doll. He got lots of customers; most of them came for the doll. The doll was desired by people of all ages but not for same purpose as the doll was often found in a very messy condition. Either the dress was torn down, or dirty graffiti on the certain parts of the body. Yet the doll had that same lovely gesture. The toy maker with a very sad heart fixed the doll almost every night. The toymaker could not stop this from happening since the doll boasted his income and to him every penny counted, not only for himself, but also for his very poor family. One night the toymaker was cleaning the doll. It was raining heavily outside. A drop of water fell from the old ceiling on the doll's face. The toymaker saw the water rolling down as the chest of the doll lift down. It seem to the toymaker as if the doll was crying with a deep sigh of unspoken sorrow all in silence since she was only allowed to hug and smile. The toymaker suddenly hugged the doll and burst into tears." Forgive me, forgive me my love. I'm helpless. I'm so helpless. Nothing kills a father than sending his children to bed in empty stomach. I need money to feed them. This place is my only source of income and you are a big part of it. I'm sorry. We both are helpless." The doll wrapped arms around him tightly and said, "Don't worry. Everything is going to be alright. I love you".

The writer is schooling with
Notre Dame University Bangladesh





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