There was once a woman in a slum who saw fairies. They danced for her and played music, and they told her of the shape of things to come. She had talked of them once, and people had called her crazy.
The fairies were small and large, pretty and ugly, but they all talked to her, and they played among the flowers and in the wind. But her absolute favourite fairy was the one who perched on her garbage heap.
Autumn came, and the leaves blew in the street, and the fairies played among the bare branches of the trees, and still her favourite fairy perched on the garbage heap.
Winter came and snow lay thick on the branches, and the fairies were gone from the trees. But the woman was not disturbed, because her favourite fairy still perched on the garbage heap and told her stories every day.
And then one dark cloudy morning the authorities came and cleared the garbage heap away.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2008