We have all had our little secrets when we were kids. We often kept things from our parents, siblings and every one around because they were little parts of ourselves which we wanted to keep to us. No matter how close a friend, we would never share those little things.
Swati had this immense nostalgia about her childhood, which took place in a distant village at Karnataka. She stayed near the fruit orchards and the lush rain-forests. Besides her small yet comfortable crib, she always had access to river water and the freshness it provided. Every morning she would get up with exciting imagination about the walk from her distant crib to her primary school.
She would have to walk a mile and a half, but she never cared about the distance because she was always accompanied by her friends. Swati was always a quite girl and she wanted her company to be the same. She enjoyed the little non verbal communication she had with her rodent friends on her way to and from school.
She would walk through the grasslands beside the stream whistling and throwing peanuts for her little friends. The squirrels would follow her through the grasslands, beside the river, on top of trees and finally to the village where the school was located.
There was a particular squirrel who followed her to the school one day. She saw it through the wet window pane. That day, it was raining profusely and she could see the little one trying to keep herself from getting drenched. It was hugging the closed window pane to stay dry but in vain. Swati was observing all this from her seat while others were engrossed in learning the ways of humanity. She was different, she knew that.
It was late in the afternoon when Swati came back home and there was no one there. She was relieved because she brought back her furry friend with her. She knew that if her mother finds out, she will be in trouble.
She took the little one back to her room and carefully dried it up and she put her into a sock which she stole from her father. She made sure it was comfortable and warm. It looked at her, eyes glistening as if it was thanking Swati for the little
Right then, she heard her mother scream her name. She was being summoned to eat as it was getting late. Swati looked at the clock and it was eight thirty. She rushed to the dining room. She gulped every bit on her plate and ran straight to her room. She rushed into her room to find her friend. She wasn’t in the bed that Swati made for her. It was nowhere to be found, no matter how thorough Swati was with her search. Then she looked under her bed and it was there. It dozed off under the bed clenching the sock that Swati gave it to sleep in. She carefully picked her up and made her sleep on the bed beside her. She kept staring at the little one with utmost amazement and love.
The next morning, the little one was gone, this time forever. She wasn’t sad, she just sat quietly on her bed thinking about her previous night. She wondered where the little one was. But, she was sure about one thing that it was safe and she was the one who was responsible. Her eyes filled with tears.
Twenty four years later, the little one still holds the same place in her heart. The tiny interaction that she had with the little one is the most important interaction she has had till today.
That evening she decides to make something permanent to remember her friend. She did that by getting inked. The ink she got on her forearm shows her rodent friend and the tree under which she found it the first time. When she came in to Trippink studios and explained it to Rito, he turned her dream into a living canvas.