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  • She can neither speak nor understand as to what is happening
    around her , but she knows that something is wrong in her world.
    She keeps crying out, rushing from one side of the room to the
    other. It s as if she is searching for someone.
    She had been looked after by her parents all her life , but now
    they are too old and not in the best of health. There is no
    one else to look after her, so they took the decision to admit her
    to that Home, and leave her in more capable hands.
    They were heartbroken but had no other option.

    Her crying was shrill and piercing and she would not stop.
    Time had no meaning for her. She just kept screaming and
    no one could stop her.
    The other day,I suddenly heard shrill cries from outside my house.
    I saw a crow carry away a baby bat from its nest. The screams
    of the baby were shrill and piercing. I was reminded of the cries
    of the girl. It was heart rending.
    The others understood her cry of despair, they wanted to help
    her, but they could not, as it was beyond her understanding.
    They just did not exist for her.

    Days have gone by, she has to learn to live with others. All of
    it is new to her and beyond her understanding, she only
    knows that parents are not with her. She is not the
    centre of her small world.
    But she is learning. Her cries have become occasional whimperings.
    The others still do not exist for her, she understands only the teacher.

    Has she accepted her new life or are her parents becoming
    just memories or has she learnt to control her emotions?
    I do not know and she cannot tell.
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