"Have you packed your bag?", asked Diya( Radha's aunt)
"Yes I packed it all."
"Will you accompany me?"
"Ha baccha!"
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"Are you both ready. Hurry up! We need to catch the flight later."
"Yes, we are here."
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That day not only Radha was going to become an orphan but the house was going to get a new owner too. Diya was going to UK after dropping Radha at orphanage and completing the necessary procedure. Her uncle was going to join Diya later.
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Radha was sitting silently at the back seat. She was looking the passing trees and buildings. She was visualising the big change in her life. On the way she was wondering what if her parents were alive. She was missing them alot. She was searching them on the road. She saw them in the parents of other. Her journey to the orphanage went by.
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"Are there any procedure left?",Diya who had to catch the flight asked the manager of the orphanage.
"No."
"Will her education be taken care of ? I will send the money for the same."
"Don't worry, we will take care.
"Radha, do you want to meet your new friends?"
"I want to sleep right now."
"Sure, Lata Tai will show you your room."
Diya's eyes turned red. Her voice broke when she spelled goodbye. She kissed Radha. With memories of her in mind she hugged Radha. She apologized to her friend which was watching them from sky. She knew it was their last meet. She knew it was the last hug. She was filled with guilt. It was hard for her to move, to live Radha alone. Her mind was accusing her for her actions.
"Goodbye mavshi!", with a smile on face Radha said. Radha seemed to be neutral. She not felt bad not good. Her face was normal. But deep in her mind she was crying.She maintained the happy face. She also granted wishes for better future to her aunt. Her aunt reciprocated.
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When Radha went into her room. She hugged the teddy tightly and burst into tears. She was alone. She was missing the days she spent with her aunt. She was recalling the moments when she had a family. Soon her tears made her pillow wet. But her lashes passed the water. Her thoughts were torturing her.
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"Why are you crying? Don't cry, it will make me cry too." Someone moved hand from her hair. The voice and touch felt familiar. The touch had sense of care and the voice was filled with love.
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