Introduction
Doll’s POV.
Today I have been dumped here in the dumping ground by my
owner. I feel crushed and miserable. Why did she leave me? Was she not the one
who cried out loud just to be with me? Was she not the one who denied eating
food so that her parents could bring me to their home? She was happy then. And
we had good reminiscences as well, as I think that. But now, she has got other
dolls to play with her. I want to cry. I want to share this so
feeling of separation with someone. But hey, dolls don’t cry right? Nor do they
speak. Now, I just want someone to pick me up from these piles of garbage, and
hug me tightly. But who will do that? Who will get her/his hands dirty for me?No one right? But
I have this instinct that someday, someone surely will do.
Till then, all I have to do is wait.And
I really don’t mind waiting. 
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