Before 30 Years

Sometimes in the childhood

'Look at the sky'

'Why?'

'Don't you see the stars'

'But its afternoon and the sky is cloudy, how come you see the stars at this hour. You need to wait up to night provided the sky is clear then.'

'I know they aren't, can't you pretend it for me?'

'Oh! is it like that...... Ok, I see them, a lot of them and see how they are twinkling.'

'Can you count them for me?'

'They are too many. I can't count them.'

'let me count then. One, two, Three, four.....'

'Hey! you miss the red one'

'Stars are not red, they are only white'

'Yes they are. Even they are in blue, green , pink, yellow and black'

'black?'

'may be of black .....or may not be black. But they are of many colours'

'who said?'

'I said'

'And who are you? Some Minister?'

'More than that'

'Prime Minster?'

'More Than that'

'Then What?'

'your Sister'

'So?'

'What so, I am elder to you and you are younger to me'

'That doesn't make you great enough to colour the stars in the sky'

'I didn't colour them, they become so when they die'

'Die? Do stars die?'

'Yes they do, I read about them in the encyclopaedia from the Library'

'Why you read those? I get bored when I see them. I love Cinderella, Snow White & Rapunzel'

'Even I get bored with your fairy tales and even with this pretending game of yours'

'I, don't want to talk with you'

'Neither do I'

After 20 Years

'Look at You!! Oh! My God you look like one of those fairy tale angles.'

' And you are bespectacled. Looking almost like a scientist'

'Why scientist don't look good?'

'Nay, You are an exception, without those thick pair of glasses'

'it has been 20 years'

'Yes, It's a long time.'

'So, the Cinderella became the designer?'

'Heard you are still gazing at stars'

'Yes, not with the bare eyes but with the radio telescopes'

'How do they look, are they of different colours?'

'You remembered?!!....Yes they are even more colourful"

'could you find out they are black or not'

'yup they are black too when they die - The black holes. I study, The Supernovas, the dying stars in the universe.'

'SUPERNOVA? what a strong name. I will name my colourful collection with it'

'Heard you designed the wedding dress of the Royal Princess of Bhutan'

'Yes, it was an honour'

'How long you are here?'

'Not more but a couple of days'

' Came to see Mother Nirmala?'

'Yes, I rushed, when I heard about her'

'More than a mother, more than a father, she was the guardian angel who made our lives more than the fairy tales.'

Before 30 Years

One rainy night, on the step of the orphanage, someone left a newborn girl baby. It was not uncommon to the orphanage. She was named Nisha - The Night Dream. The  six days later a year old girl baby was rescued from the railway junction and she was named as Rasmi - The beam of light.  Sister Nirmala of the orphanage took care of both the babies as she did for all the girls in the 'Holy Home for the Angels'.