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Just 4, she shut the world out

21/4/2021

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​Four-year old Gulab was at a busy railway station with her father when someone came close and stabbed him. As he lay dying, and as the world around them rushed about its business, she quietly shut the world out.
All I knew was Gul was a puzzle and one of the problem cases when I took charge of her and a bunch of other children at the orphanage, where I used to work.
Her face would always be blank. No expression at all. Normally, we would quickly know every new child’s likes and dislikes. Gul had been around for weeks. There was no sound, ever. We had to anticipate everything—from washroom breaks to food to even a few sips of water.
Once the background story sunk in by and by, I knew that more than psychology, Gul needed to reconnect to love, to belong to someone. Long before he was killed, her father had been the only one for her. Her mother and a sibling had gone away after some family dispute.
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Being there for Gul

I started giving her extra affection. I would be with her every possible moment of the day. She would go to sleep on my lap. Whether she responded or not, I would keep up a chatter with her. I would laugh and not bother about her response.
I could sense her eyes following me. There was no expression on her face, but her eyes would be on me and would tell me a lot—sorrow, helplessness, loneliness, frustration, depression and so on.
Later, she was comfortable enough to put her hands around my neck. Those hands would transmit her unspoken words, her fear, her worries and, simply, her need of a hug and lots of love. She used to wait for me, and her eyes would follow my every act until I finished with the other children. Then I would take her in my lap, hold her hands or kiss her.
Others in the orphanage were getting sceptical. I ensured that I did not neglect any other child in my care. Just that the physical and emotional attachment was strongest with her. Though there was no reciprocation of any kind.
Depending on the weather and the time of the day, I would often take the children to the terrace. There we had books and drawing materials. I would read them stories. We would draw stuff and sing songs.
When playtime was over, all other children would rush down on their own. Gul would stick around until I took her down.
That day, the children had run down. I was putting the books away. Gul was there too, as usual waiting for me.
Suddenly, I heard a little voice behind me: “paani …” I dropped the book and turned around. Gul was looking at me. She repeated, “paani…”. I grabbed her and kissed her wet eyes. I was laughing and crying. I crushed her to me and just didn’t know what to do or say.
Sometime later I carried her down and excitedly shared the news with my colleagues. Gul had spoken. She had asked for water. They had difficulty believing me. Because Gul had clammed up again.

Opening up to love

​Gul started changing. It was slow. She would continue to cling to me. It was quite a task to get her to accept the other “mothers” in the orphanage. Gradually, Gul was as normal as she could be.
The day she was taken away by her adoptive parents, I was not sure if I was happy or sad. I was not around to wave bye to her. Maybe it was better that way.
Months later, someone told me that Gul was paying us a visit with her parents. I was thrilled. This time I was determined to see her and talk to her, even if she did not remember me.
I was in one of the inside rooms and saw them get out of the taxi. Gul was looking taller and prettier. Suddenly, I noticed a change in Gul’s expression. She was looking at the building and it was as if a cloud had passed over her face.
I was all set to rush out when I stopped myself. Did the place remind Gul of the dark days of her life? If she were to see me now, won’t it be worse for her?
I remained hidden and moved to another part of the building. Far away, I could hear the supervisor calling out for me. I ignored that and moved towards the terrace. Maybe an hour later, I could hear them getting ready to go back. I peeped out carefully. Gul appeared to be happy. Yet, I sensed she did not want to look back and was in a rush to get into the taxi.
I waved out more for myself than for her. Once again, I was crying and laughing. Then I gathered myself and went down.
There were other flowers needing help to bloom.

Based on a true story narrated by Vaijayanti Thakar. Some details have been changed to protect privacy. Art by Shravani Panse.
9 Comments
Shirish Kulkarni
21/4/2021 01:36:17 pm

So beautiful and touchy....

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Narasimha
21/4/2021 03:06:55 pm

Beautifully written. More difficult is not allowing oneself to meet Gul. And immediately also realize the dutyand go for it.

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Suprabha
21/4/2021 04:39:19 pm

What a capture. Often we read about the children in homes and their beautiful wins over battles. The mothers there, who offer the nurture and care, and have to build that detached attachment is an untold story, which is larger than motherhood. A form of unconditional giving.
Thanks to women like Vaijayanti Thakar and to you for telling the story,

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Anagha Konnur
21/4/2021 05:30:43 pm

Very noble...above and beyond 'social service'
Absolutely loved it

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Gus Mendonca
22/4/2021 01:43:29 pm

With your brilliant narrative, you have brought out the selfless qualities of a caregiver - the unconditional 'nurturing' of a battered soul and the wisdom of 'letting go', ....notwithstanding of the deep emotions generated in the process.
Many thanks to Vaijayanti Thakar and to you for sharing this emotional story.

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Pritesh Shah
22/4/2021 10:13:50 pm

So captivating and profound. Love the details. ❤️❤️❤️

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Sucheta
22/4/2021 10:33:10 pm

Nice story! Similar to ‘Sadma’ movie.
Love has a power to change everything and anything. But needs different and high level understanding and not everyone has it.

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Gus Mendonca
9/9/2021 04:05:32 pm

Through your narrative, you have beautifully conveyed the exemplary love and perseverance of the care-giver to rejuvenate a shattered being, and the wisdom to 'let-go' at the appropriate time. Thank you for sharing this heart-warming story.

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liana link
8/1/2025 08:25:41 am

thanks for info.

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