THE BANGLE MANSION

Meera was a girl aged ten who lived in a thatched hut with her parents and her brother who was just three months old. Her father was the earning member of the family who was a fisherman who fished the whole week and sold them in the market during weekends for their livelihood while mother took cooked delicious food the whole day long for the family and took care of her infant brother. she went to a local school and was the most brilliant and enthusiastic student not to deny the fact that she was the teachers' pet too. During weekends she used to help her mother in her household chores and even played with her younger brother who loved her a lot.
Meera's passion towards bangles and collecting them was a known fact to her family. Every week end she used to wait at the door step for her father to return with her colorful set of bangles, though at times her mother used to complain about the wastage of money because of her passion. But her father always encouraged her and got them every time he went to the market. She loved the sound the bangles made, the colors gave pleasure to her eyes.In fact Meera always used to have a dream of a big mansion filled with bangles of different colors and the dream always stopped at her standing at the door step. waking up in the morning she used to wonder what was inside that big mansion. But she loved her dream and wished it had tuned into reality
One unfortunate day tragedy struck their house and the house was washed away by floods. The father solely couldn't take care of the house, mother on the other hand couldn't leave the house as she had to take of the infant. The house was left with only one option of sending Meera to work. Unfortunately she had to quit school.
one fine day she was taken to this huge mansion. Few days passed by in the mansion. From the very first day Meera felt it was the same mansion that kept coming in her dreams. But not any more she loved her dream turned reality nor did she love to wake up in the morning to go there. Her passion turned into hatred. The colors hurt her eyes severely no more did they pleasure her eyes, the sound of bangles sounded like the call of death to her ears. Unfortunately the only thing she loved the most and craved for decided her fate as a bonded child labor in a bangle factory.