“Daddy, when I’m grown up I want to be the best looking model in the world!” exclaimed Natasha. This statement from a nine year old ought to make most parents happy. However, the opposite was true in Natasha’s case. Natasha was a lonely child. Her only companions were her adoring parents and a busy television set. The society seldom accepted her.
How had this happened? Natasha was a victim of a terrible skin disease that would stick with her for the rest of the life. Her parents confronted her monstrous fate with great strength. For them she was and would always remain their “little bundle of joy”
As time progressed and Natasha grew up, she started sensing that the “OTHERS” refrained from conversing with her. “THEY” considered her poles apart from what they were. Nevertheless, it mattered to her. The question of whether it should have or not still remains a mystery. If we would’ve been there we would’ve said,” Hey, how does it even matter? People just talk” Yes, people just talk. But had we been in her shoes we would’ve realized how being an outcast felt. Every single day she battled with one question. Why was she so different and what was her mistake in that?
One day as she was about to enter her class the daily ritual of mockery enraged her to an extent that for the very first time she decided to get back to them. With seething eyes she shouted,” One day I will be the prettiest model of the world!” Indeed her childhood desire had never left her.
Natasha’s dream ballooned during the sophomore years. She envied all the “gorgeous” girls of the college who received all the attention. On the next most fateful day of her life she came across an advertisement which she thought could realize her dream. Dr. Newman Washington the world-famous doctor could cure, said the advertisement any skin disease for “merely” 2 crore rupees. The advertisement carried pictures of top models who had successfully undergone the pathbreaking treatment.
Ecstatically Natasha rushed to her parents and begged them to show her case to Dr. Newman. Her parents were reluctant at first. They tried timidly explaining to her that it was a hoax. But Natasha wouldn’t budge. All she stubbornly repeated was,” I want to look good at any cost.” As she was their only child finally they gave in to her demand.
Most people confess that one should never lose hope. However, the parents had lost all hope after their beloved child committed suicide soon after her unsuccessful surgery. To some of their inquisitive relatives who tried to find tender reasons for Natasha’s suicide, her parents softly answered, “She had a desire which even God wouldn’t fulfil.” “What?” they asked. Together the sad parents replied,” To look good at any cost.”
This simple story portrays the saddest truth of the life faced by the people who constantly feel that they don’t look “good enough.”
How had this happened? Natasha was a victim of a terrible skin disease that would stick with her for the rest of the life. Her parents confronted her monstrous fate with great strength. For them she was and would always remain their “little bundle of joy”
As time progressed and Natasha grew up, she started sensing that the “OTHERS” refrained from conversing with her. “THEY” considered her poles apart from what they were. Nevertheless, it mattered to her. The question of whether it should have or not still remains a mystery. If we would’ve been there we would’ve said,” Hey, how does it even matter? People just talk” Yes, people just talk. But had we been in her shoes we would’ve realized how being an outcast felt. Every single day she battled with one question. Why was she so different and what was her mistake in that?
One day as she was about to enter her class the daily ritual of mockery enraged her to an extent that for the very first time she decided to get back to them. With seething eyes she shouted,” One day I will be the prettiest model of the world!” Indeed her childhood desire had never left her.
Natasha’s dream ballooned during the sophomore years. She envied all the “gorgeous” girls of the college who received all the attention. On the next most fateful day of her life she came across an advertisement which she thought could realize her dream. Dr. Newman Washington the world-famous doctor could cure, said the advertisement any skin disease for “merely” 2 crore rupees. The advertisement carried pictures of top models who had successfully undergone the pathbreaking treatment.
Ecstatically Natasha rushed to her parents and begged them to show her case to Dr. Newman. Her parents were reluctant at first. They tried timidly explaining to her that it was a hoax. But Natasha wouldn’t budge. All she stubbornly repeated was,” I want to look good at any cost.” As she was their only child finally they gave in to her demand.
Most people confess that one should never lose hope. However, the parents had lost all hope after their beloved child committed suicide soon after her unsuccessful surgery. To some of their inquisitive relatives who tried to find tender reasons for Natasha’s suicide, her parents softly answered, “She had a desire which even God wouldn’t fulfil.” “What?” they asked. Together the sad parents replied,” To look good at any cost.”
This simple story portrays the saddest truth of the life faced by the people who constantly feel that they don’t look “good enough.”