I am not just a doll, I’m a multidimensional human being who likes to make things. Yes I am a doll……
It is an anxious, sometimes a dangerous thing to be a doll. Dolls cannot choose ; they can only be chosen;they cannot ‘do’, they can only be done by .
Yes it’s truly said by Rumer . I saw this quote from Ginny’s all time favorite story book . It’s really a mind opener for me and I truly agree with it . Maybe Ginny doesn’t understands my feelings but you my fellow friend , Mr Car ( Ginny’s brother, James’s toy) may understand it. Ginny is a kind hearted, caring 6 year old girl. She loves reading books. That’s why my house is only thing other than her bookshelves in her room.
My house is a two storey house. A large chimney poked out of one side of the roof and a small chimney out of the other. The accommodations consisted of several small rooms with a tiny table, bed frame, and mattress. The kitchen cum dinner room is where my food is served. Two medium sized windows let in natural light. My cozy house has a fridge where Ginny stores and preserves food for me. A small open air pool in the front with a barbecue . A neat classy drawing room with lavish sofa. What else do you need to live? But some thing was missing. Yes it’s like something’s always missing.
I am not happy, I am not alive , I can just feel. But what? I am lonely. I am left. I am not able to speak or able to walk . I am not able to sleep when I want to. I am not able to eat what I want to . I want to live my own life as per my own choice ! I want to live as Ginny does .
Mr Car I hope you enjoy living in James room . Mr Car this is my letter. Now it is 12 AM and Ginny is sleeping. I am writing this silently in my first floor study room I am thankful to Ginny as she taught me many things indirectly. But , perhaps I have to leave this house and go somewhere else for Ginny rarely pays attention to me and plays with me. Hope you receive my letter Mr Car . From
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Taking all her luggage, Shelly, dropped the letter for Mr Car in James room. She tip – toedly walked out of Ginny’s room to storeroom under the staircase. She decided to live there alone in that black , dusty, dark room with a tiny window with a rusted frame . There were four almirahs , two one left and two on right side . The almirahs were all full of books except one. Ginny’s family was a book lover. That’s why three of the almirahs were full of old books .
To be continued in part II……..