I was standing near the school gate
On afternoon duty in tired state

After the school was over
Group of three girls came near

Very young of nearly 10 years age

Laughing and giggling
Shining and smiling

Faces of them were glowing
Like the fresh dew drops in the morning

Their innocence made me attracted

I went near to them to take some fresh air

I asked with interest
"Girls what is going on
Give me also some drops from your happiness"

One answered
'Today is her birthday'

Her father promised her
"He will arrange a nice party for his nanhi pari"

She surprisingly told me
"My father also call me his pari"

B'day girl hold my hand
softly with her both hands

Mam "May I ask you one question? "
Yes, please

"Are you also pari to your father? "

I astonished, could not reply
Tears  rolled down from my eyes.

Yes, definately
Girls are fairies with invisible magic wand

I feel bad
Whenever see word disabled

They should be called specially abled
With love and care

One experience
Our family went through years

My father's left part paralyzed
Which made him crippled

He lived with metal pipe in his food pipe
After a tough surgery type

We passed through many experiences
Of hate and financial crisis

Many erratic question marks
On the faces of others
For his daughters

She called me there
Told me to sit on chair

She made me sit as an observer
As she had no trust on other

She showed her counselling register
This made other a splitter

Both exchanged hot discussion
Trying to put other in friction

They stopped discussion
Without any solution

Next day tried to repair the situation

They called me again on chair
They tried each other to scare

In between

Madam asked me for verification
As the person tried to put her in tough situation

I verified and said
"Madam this you said about her daughter"

Madam showed me anger look
How can I brought her in book

"You disappointed much
should give favour to me"

I was surprised
"Why I was made an observer"