Ganeshi.

At the age of 23 mom was expecting her third child. A pampered but submissive daughter of a loving  father, mom knew that she won't be able to look after three little ones properly. Granny didn't allow abortion saying she will take care of one of us. So after my sister's birth she took me alongwith her.
 I grew up in abundance of everything; love,toys, attention etc. A fanta whenever I wanted, which was only occasional for my siblings in the another city.

There came the generation gap as a monster. Over-disciplined life out there robbed the little childhood pleasures. But God loved me  I guess and was there in GANESHI, our servant. He was my guardian angel, friend and sometimes mother. He was in his late twenties but stll called me didi.

He used to drop and fetch me from school in his cycle.On the way he allowed me to stop and touch a puppy or a calf, answered patiently all my lil queries and fears. Consoled me that God would not punish me for breaking that bird's egg because it had happened accidentally. He even bought me chooran, the black sour powder I loved to lick, which was a strict NO in granny's rulebook. He even helped in my drawing HW which was a great relief.He was there with me when I missed mom and dad.

No matter how much my grandparents cared for me, they could never understand how much I wanted to go and watch Ramlila but Ganeshi didn't stay at night so he couldn't fulfil my this wish.

Ganeshi must have grown old now, enjoying his pension, grandpa arranged for him, but he mustn't be knowing that his little-didi thinks of him...everyday! And tries to handle her own children the way he handled her once.