Bruised heart belonged to her..

He was a little boy,poor little boy with a little too excess innocence.Like no other he was fascinated by a spectacular treasure of his. Nothing to be described greatly of,nothing to be cared so much for,yet his possession seemed of utmost value to him.Every description of fascination suited his unique belonging and he thought he had bagged something worthy to LIVE LIFELONG.You are thinking right!That nothing is nothing but a mere rag doll!She was adorable,her chubby face- a charm to the owner.Her pink frock had lost glitter,beautifully messy raven locks framed her blushing face.Her knee was bruised.Oh!She had been tossed into the trash by the rich girl next door.Had she had not owned a lot too many toys,she might have continued to shelf the doll but here was the doll-crying her heart out,lying in the backyard,when she was spotted by the little boy.Pity as he felt,he crept into his neighbour's backyard to pick the enchanting creature.There were trucks which had lost wheels,broken cars,dirty teddy bears and the pink doll!!!"what a pity! what a pity! " he said to himself as he picked the doll not having the slightest heart to leave it among the many other attractive toys that failed to have captured his attention like it should have.He took her home and put her in his shelf.He played with her while the other toys flashed green with jealousy.The pink doll transformed his little world into paradise.He wanted her presence beside him while he ate,did homework and went to bed.She loved the attention she received, enjoyed the warmth with growing doubt if she deserved so much yet wished it for eternity.But it was not long before,her world came crashing down to her.It was his birthday,he was turning five.Somebody gifted him a wooden box.There was a ribbon to it,and there was just this gift unlike the rich girl who got many gifts.He opened the wooden box with spilling curiosity."oh dear!its a doll! a frilly frocked, burnette!! mum,did you see this?"saying so,he rushed to show his mother what had been gifted to him-almost having forgotten the rag doll lying beside the wooden box."it's a fine one"mother said.He played with the new doll's hair,sang nursery rhymes to her and even took her to school to show his friends!!One afternoon, mother came to clean his room,picked all rubbish and disposed them in the backyard.Among the rubbish was the pink rag doll.Heaping hope upon hope,she lie there waiting to be picked by the little boy, very well knowing he wouldn't turn up.SOMEHOW LYING IN THE RICH GIRL'S BACKYARD WITH A BRUISED KNEE WAS LESS PAINFUL THAN LYING IN HIS BACKYARD WITH A BRUISED HEART. THE RAGDOLL WAS ME AND THE LITTLE BOY WAS ? ? ?