In my childhood,

I had a queue of the Matryoshka dolls.

I didn’t know their name at that time,

So I searched for some names of mine.

Rani, the mother doll, looked like a queen

I always wondered seeing her beauty

The intricate designs on her skin

The beautiful dress she was wearing

Maa kept her daughters inside her womb

I asked her why she used to hide the little ones inside

She only smiled

But never replied

to me, and I

Kept searching for the answer.

Then, one day,

While playing with Rani and her daughters,

I lost the youngest one.

Everyone blamed my forgetfulness

But Maa only smiled.

I was sad for the whole day

I searched her a lot

But couldn’t find

The next day, my sister discovered her

Hiding in the garden.

I brought her to home

And showed her to everyone

That I have finally found her

And it was time to return her to the mother.

As I brought out the Matryoshka dolls

One by one, from inside their mother’s womb,

It seemed like they smiled at me

As I returned the tiniest doll to them

And kept it inside the showcase

I realized why Maa always

kept the children inside the mother

For a daughter,

the safest place on earth is

When she is with her mother.

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(This post is part of the series ‘Solace in the Mundaneness’ where I try to tell stories of the everyday things that capture a special place in my heart and they make me feel privileged to live a simple and ordinary life with contentment and peace. This post is also part of Blogchatter A to Z.)