I lie here in the drain, surrounded by the filth of the city. The rats gnaw on parts of me at night but fail to make headway. What a contrast to my life of a few days ago when I was revered, loved and worshipped! It hurts to think that once upon a time I was actually happy. But today I am forgotten, abandoned. Today I am trash. No one's treasure.
They saw me at the mall. Hanging from a display rack. Shiny and clean and dazzling. The child reached out her hands to me and looked at her father with a smile that would melt the moon. Her mother tried to explain that she did not need another one. But her father melted and said it's okay, this is the last one.
I was kissed and caressed and hugged on the way home. Taken out of my plastic cover, I was shown off to friends. Decorated with her mother's jewellery, bindi and bangles. Ribbons and laces and new clothes were hurriedly stitched and the child slept at night, contentedly buried in me.
Months passed wherein I travelled with her to malls, other cities, her ancestral village and school. Once when I fell down on a muddy road, she cried and the entire household got together to wash me clean.
Gradually however the magic faded. There were others after me. Just like there were others before. I fell down in the mud a few more times. Once from an eight storey building. Once from the car window. Once to my horror I was taken away by a dog and almost bitten to death. The child wailed and the dog ran away when hit with a stone, but with a part of me in its mouth. They found it and joined me together but the scar remained.
Beauty fades with time they say but does love too fade? Where once I was kunjammoo (Little Ammu) now I was just 'that old thing'. I longed to smell the child's soap, hear her giggles, and feel her sweet breath on me while she kissed my head. But now I was no longer her favorite. I stayed awake at nights, expecting to hear her mumble in her sleep asking for me. But no one called out my name. Gradually I was forgotten.
I lay for many days at a time, in a pile of discarded things. Somedays she would glance at me and call my name and hug me to her heart, oh, how I cried! But then as suddenly as I was remembered, I was tossed aside while she found someone else.
A few weeks ago, I was scooped up into a big sack along with other things and given to the man with a pair of weighing scales. I travelled halfway across the city to end up on this landfill. Kids run across me. Sometimes they pick me up but toss me away. I am no longer pretty. I am the one eyed ugly doll that no one wants.