Let's All Be Together Like a Rainbow

The Painful Past

Let's all be together like a rainbow.......

"A family should be together like a rainbow;

When the darkest days come like rain, we'll shine like a rainbow."

The starting…

On a stormy night, somewhere in a hospital, a little girl is crying in a room. A woman around 40 years old sees that girl crying, she comes inside that room, and sits beside her. She gently pats the girl's head. 

What is the problem, beautiful little girl? 

Are you here?

Yes, I am.

I think I am going to die soon. 

Why? What happened? Is it serious or something you are suffering from? 

No, see my hand injury where there are a few scratches. (Showing her scratches.) I think I am going to die. (The woman laughed loudly.) Are you laughing at me, sister? (She stopped laughing and put that little girl's hand on her hand.)

Sorry for laughing, okay, so how did you get this scar? 

I was running very fast; my mother was saying stop or you will die, and suddenly I fell on the ground, and I thought I was going to die. (The women check the little girl's hand.)

No, you are not going to die. You will be healthy and live a happy life. So, don't worry.

How do you know? Are you a doctor? 

Yes, I used to be, but I somehow left my job. (The little girl stands up and salutes the woman.) 

Thank you for saving my life, doctor. (The woman smiles gently and kisses her cheek.)

You are welcome. How old are you?

I am going to be 14 years old this year. But doctor, I don't know your name. What are you doing here? 

It's a long and magical story. I think you don't want to hear it because you don't have enough time. Your parents probably will come to get you. (Was about to leave the girl.)

(Holding the woman's hand.) No, I have enough time, please tell me. Due to some problems, my parents won't come tonight. So, I will sleep here after listening to your story. I request you.

It will be a magical story, little sister. Will you be able to listen to it?

Please sister! A magical story is my type of comfort.

Okay, your wish is my command, as I also have time. (The woman puts the blanket upon the girl and sits beside her.) Let's start with the name, Your Highness. My name is Geetika, Geetika Mehra. You can call me Geet sister. 

My name is Chahat Pandey. Nice to meet you. 

Soon, one of the eldest members of my family is going to God. That's why I am here to take him to our home, and I am the CEO of my family's company, which is very popular nowadays. You will see its promotion everywhere. (Showing the banner outside the window.)

Yes, I know this company. Now sister Geet starts the story.

Okay, so I am telling my magical story….

So a long time ago, there were peaceful families somewhere in India. The myth said that their ancestors had special powers that gradually disappeared. But still, somewhere, the power exists. We don't know if it's only us or many more are outside. 
 
32 years ago, a lovely couple made the decision to get married after falling in love. Like most Asian families, the family declined to grant them any permission when they asked for marriage. Because they disobeyed the family's fundamental principle that they shouldn't marry the people they love. 
 
And it was Ram and Sita, that couple, who dared to break this rule. It looks like it's in my blood to break the rules. They left their hometown and started a normal life with huge success in Canada. Despite having everything, they repeatedly went to the family to ask to accept their marriage and the children, but they were turned down each time. They didn't lose hope.
 
Their elder child was fifteen years old, and their younger child was ten when they returned to the family to ask for forgiveness last time. My older sister and I were those kids. They always left us in Canada and came here to their family, but that time they took us with them. 
 
After another attempt, my parents were unable to convince the family. We were waiting for them in the hotel as they made their way back to us. We received a call out of the blue informing us that your parents had passed away. It's the most tragic incident that I see in my life that shivers my whole body. 
 
An investigation happens, which reveals that there had been an accident involving two cars. My older sister was certain that our grandparents had killed them. You know, when you are young, your one judgment can make your whole life. My sister wasn't convinced by the story and decided to take me away from the family and never come back here. That's what an angry daughter would do, I guess. Our sister's bonding was something special. 
 
However, I witnessed my family breaking down at the funeral and feeling bad about the choice they made. Grandma and Grandpa approached me to beg for forgiveness. I chose to forgive them because I was mostly like my father.I have a remarkable quality called forgiveness. My mother was bothered by our nature because she thought there was a thin line between kindness and forgiveness. 
 
That's what my sister had in nature. She didn't let them touch her or me. I used to stay in touch with them by calling after returning to Canada. My sister wasn't informed about this connection. I've never seen any pictures of my parents together. Maybe they must be one of the cutest couples ever. I can't imagine how you must feel seeing your parents' picture. 
 
There are many times that we have seen some special children and helped them to be in the orphanage. There was an orphanage that took care of those special children like us who don't have any family members. We are those who don't have that type of pure power. We can only sense them and get connected with them in our dreams. But we weren't allowed to get into their story because every story has its own consequence, and if those stories get mixed up, then the consequence can be a breakneck. 
 
If I tell you a story about this then...
 
I was coming home with my childhood friend Panchi in the car when we used to be in Canada. When we shifted to Canada, Panchi's father helped us in many ways, and after that, we became a family. It was nighttime when I suddenly saw a girl who wore fancy clothes, but her face was like she hadn't eaten anything; she was afraid to even move. Me and Panchi went to her to find out what was happening.
 
Geet: Hello dear. 
 
Child: Hello.
 
Geet: Are you from Canada?
 
Child: No, India.
 
Geet: Then you can talk with us in that language if you are comfortable.
 
Child: Yes, sister.
 
Geet: Good girl.
 
Panchi: Who are you? Why are you here? Where are your parents?
 
Geet: (Holds Panchi’s hand.) Are you mad? Why are you asking all the questions together?
 
Panchi: She can take time and answer slowly.
 
Child: Hello sister, My name is ******. I am 7 years old. My parents told me that they would come to get me so I should wait here, and I waited for 2 days, but they didn't come to get me. I really don't know what to do. I don't know anything about this outside world. I didn't even come out of the house, so I don't know anything about this.
 
Geet: You are waiting for them; that makes you a great person. It looks like you are more mature than your age, dear.
 
I held her hand and felt like she was freezing. I made her wear my jacket and took her in our car. Panchi brought some food and clothes for her, and we were comforting her to be normal. But we understood that she was traumatized.
 
Panchi: Okay, tell me your parents' home address. I will go there.
 
Panchi goes to investigate what is happening to her family. Meanwhile, I was making her food. Seeing her happy face, my heart felt so heavy, and I wondered why it happened to everyone. Does being powerful mean you have to suffer? Is there anyone who tried to change this thought? 
 
She was feeling uncomfortable in the car; I understood that she likes open places. We came out of the car, and I made her sit on the bench to make her feel comfortable. But then I suddenly felt like that child was special.