THE UNBORN-3

“I vowed to guide you back to safer slumbers with midnight lullabies. I have spent all hours of the night listening, with intent, to your steady heartbeat, to the slow rhythmic inhaling and exhaling of your soft breaths”.

Nisha was dreaming all through the night lying in the hospital bed. Several doctors had come, checked her, analyzed her, asked her to lie in certain position, had put several surgical instruments into her vagina, but,  she could not feel a thing as if she was drained of emotions, emptied of every sensation. She was mechanically acting on whatever was asked of her as if she was a robot.

The morning sunshine was now hitting her face, and one could see that it had turned white  as if all the blood had been drained out of her.Her eyes tired and swollen were dull pale yellow now with a web of red fine lines embedded sharply against the white of her eyes. She wanted to use the washroom but she was scared even to get up. She had that feeling that if she would stand up her baby would slip out of her and she didn`t want to give any chance to God to take her baby away from her.

The doctor advised to perform a surgery to avoid premature delivery and stretch the delivery time to at least seven months. The operation was performed under full anesthesia and after the operation Nisha was transferred to her bed from the operation room. Upon waking up, she found Ayan sitting next to her, holding her hand. He caressed her forehead slowly with affection and told her that everything is fine and that she would be going home in a short while. Ayan said, “You just have to take complete bed rest and feed your baby all the healthy and nutritious food, after all you only wanted a golu polu (strong) baby, right?”. A fresh stream of tears came rolling down her cheeks, she felt blessed and wretched at the same time because in her heart she knew that she had to fight her fearful demons and still had to be  calm and portray content.

Ayan and Nisha came back home. Every passing day was a struggle for both of them. Ayan had to keep a cheerful face for Nisha and Nisha had to sound happy for him. Ayan had joined his office back and Nisha had found an escape in reading books and watching television to keep herself busy and diverted. Time was passing at its own pace.

One more month passed. Nisha was now five months pregnant and she had almost forgotten those dreadful and painful days she had spent in the hospital. She was again hopeful and full of life. Nisha was playing some game on her mobile  that night and Ayan out of care, scolded her for keeping up late in the night and asked her to take some rest and go to sleep. Nisha adjusted herself in a comfortable position and Ayan placed a blanket over her. He kissed her good night and switched off the lights.

It was 2 A.M and Nisha was wide awake, she was feeling a little cold; although it was the month of May. She resisted for half an hour consoling herself that she would be fine and tried to sleep, but she started to shiver now. She woke  Ayan and asked him to get her some thick blankets or quilts. Ayan checked on her, her body was warm. He got up at once, placed one more blanket over her, switched off the fan and fetched the thermometer. She had fever, Ayan called at the emergency number of hospital. Someone picked and he explained the situation, the doctor advised to give Nisha Crocin tablet saying that it might be some hormonal change and nothing to worry about.

It was 4 A.M . now and her condition was getting worse. She started to feel some pain in her lower abdomen and  lower back. How could she have realized that she was under labor pain and soon her water was going to break and all her suffering and struggle of so many years was going to an end.

The mobile alarm buzzed 5 A.M. Nisha snoozed that. She was under tremendous pain now as if several knives were poaching at her back simultaneously. She felt like she was going to pass out.

“Nisha was very nervous. Her palms were all greasy with sweat and there were beads of perspiration on her temple. Her stomach was rumbling as it was going to throw all the food out”. This all was happening again. But this time it was the end of a life. Aryan was pronounced dead, his heart beat had stopped.

Aryan was unborn for the creation but to her HE WAS BORN so what if she didn’t get the chance to hold his tiny hands, to peck on his little nose, to kiss on his chubby cheeks , to see his twinkling eyes, to feel  the warmth of his body…….

THE UNBORN-1

Nisha and her husband Ayan were sitting in the car inside the hospital parking area. Nisha was very nervous. Her palms were all greasy with sweat and there were beads of perspiration on her temple although the car AC was switched on. Some song at some random radio station was playing in the background in the car but her mind was wandering somewhere else. Her stomach was rumbling as if it was going to throw all the food out. She still had to wait for another two hours to know her results that she had given the blood sample for.

Her mobile rang suddenly, some unknown number was flashing on the screen . Disinterested she picked the call. The voice from the other side asked “Mrs. Nisha Arora”. She confirmed and then she managed to only blurt out Thank you! Thank you so very much.  

Ayan turned towards her. His eyes expecting an answer but words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth. Nisha raised her eyebrows and her lips turned into a beautiful smile. She said “Yes”, they confirmed it, I am pregnant. Oh My God! Ayan was thrilled with joy. He hugged her saying I love You, Thank you for going through all this and that this is the happiest day of my life. They collected the report which came early and left for Narayan Temple to receive the blessings.

They were on cloud nine and their happiness knew no bounds and why not??? They had struggled and suffered physical and mental stress for three long years to hear this news.  To become parents. To hold their bundle of joy. This was not a normal pregnancy. Nisha had undergone many tests and a long protocol of medical processes  to achieve this. Upon reaching home she gladly informed her in-laws that soon they were going to be grandparents.

The date of her first ultrasound soon approached. Excited and nervous, she was waiting for her turn. The doctor finally called her name. For the first time she saw and heard the heartbeat of her baby. Tears started to well up in her eyes and she realized how she was longing for this, to feel having a life inside her, to be a mother. This was the most beautiful and blissful emotion. Her doctor confirmed that “the heartbeat is strong and everything looks fine”. 

Nisha is now 8 weeks pregnant and sitting at her office desk scrolling through various sites about what to eat and what should be avoided. The other stuff related to pregnancy. Suddenly felt a liquid gush out of her. She rushed to washroom and to her shock all her jeans was stained with blood. She took that off and sat on the toilet seat. The flow of blood did not stop and continued,as if someone had pricked a balloon full of blood. Her hands were shacking and her whole body felt numb and she felt disassociated from reality, like floating in air. She called Ayan once, twice, thrice, several times but he was not picking up the call. She didn’t realize that she was crying and her whole face has turned red. She could not believe what had just happened.

She came out and managed to call her in-laws. They started from home to pick her up. Nisha was sitting outside office campus and staring at a single point,  unaware of her surroundings. Meanwhile, Ayan was also informed.

They rushed her to the hospital. Blood flow had stopped and she was feeling no pain. The gynecologist asked her to lay down so as to examine her. The ultrasound machine was fixed.  What is next? What destiny had been written for her? What is she going to witness on the ultrasound machine? Nisha was lying there and her mind was empty like her soul had drifted from her body.

A Silent Death

Oh! you were the one,

Who made me feel Special.

Oh! you were the one,

Who made me feel Beautiful.

Why have you turned into the one

Who wounded my Heart.

Why have you turned into the one,

Who ripped my Soul apart.

Still my Heart weeps for you

Answer me why I am so weak for YOU………

 

 

 

An Ordinary Girl-3

Enchanted

 

Hey Friends!! A big thanks and love to all of you for constantly encouraging me and providing their valuable feedback on my Blog, which is certainly helpful in improvement. Many of my friends have said that Aarohi will definitely say “YES” and this will mark the beginning of their Love Story. So let’s find out….

“Mujhse Shadi Karogi” is this really a movie Or is he making it up? Before Aarohi could make out her mind, the college bus had arrived. She knew that Aryan had been following her as such rumors always blow out of proportionss in college. With butterflies in her stomach and a blush on her face (for she was not able to hide her excitement) seeing Aryan waiting for her answer so enthusiastically, totally bewildered, she said “No” and rides on the bus. Not expecting a blunt denial, Aryan was flabbergasted at the  impoliteness of her response and decided not to see her anymore.

That day after reaching her home Aarohi was restless and at every ring of her landline she hoped that it was Aryan so that she could listen to his voice. She wanted to apologize for her senseless behavior. Several days passed and all she could hope was to see Aryan just once.  An internal connection between them had been established and no uncertainty lay in their feelings for each other. Aryan was  agitated and that feeling of unfulfillment grew more and more as the days passed.

The College was gearing up for the Annual Day Celebrations. Some students were preparing and rehearsing for their performances, some were busy finding sponsors, others were running for event arrangements. The whole college seemed to be engrossed in the gaga of this event. And amidst this madness Aryan spotted Aarohi in a red dress. Enthralled, he shouted “LAL PARI” (Angel in red dress). Aarohi turned to that voice completely in awe and blurted out “BLUE BHOOT”(Ghost in a blue dress). They laughed and moved towards each other like no one else existed. They were talking, chuckling , giggling and nothing else mattered in that moment. This was the start of their “friendship”, the start of an “affair of the hearts”.

From that day onward Aarohi started coming to college with Aryan on his bike and in the evening like some ritual Aryan always used to call on her landline.  They talked for as long as she could manage to be unaccompanied. They started spending time with each other, sharing each big and small happenings of the day, every day. The day seemed incomplete and imperfect if they didn’t get chance to see or talk to each other. They were in a relationship; a strong commitment that enables you to be an open book in front of each other and allowed their two hearts to be woven together, love eternal and everlasting. Yet still,  this needed to be revealed to both of them.

It was Aarohi`s Birthday and Aryan had bought a gift for her. He had never felt so nervous but he was also compelled, anxious but determined, implausible but convincing. Aarohi was wide awake and sitting next to her land line phone convinced that Aryan would be the first to call her and wish her a birthday that she knew would be fantastic if Aryan would be there..

Tring Tring…the bell rang, she picked up the phone in an instant…….Aryan said A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. Can I ask you something?? She said of course, say it..

What is this Aryan going to say? Aarohi froze on the other side of the phone, her heart leaped to her throat…….

An ordinary Girl -2

First of all i would like to thank all my friends who took out time to read my blog and provided me with valuable comments/feedback. And i hope you guys are equally excited to know the names of our protagonists. So without delaying much let the story unfolds….

The boy started towards that strange accent and when he reached to the girl he said, ” hey! myself Aryan“. The girl turned and replied, ” yup me Aarohi“. For a moment they gazed towards each other and nothing unusual , no fluttering and absolutely no excitement. They talked for a while and just before leaving, Aryan asked Aarohi for her contact number. Aarohi asked Aryan to provide his contact number instead as she didn’t have any personal number. Aryan wrote his number on her hand for she was not carrying any writing pad.

Days passed and no call from her and comes the Fresher’s party. In a crowd of hundreds of students crossing, jostling and moving here and there at random; two eyes were locked for a while amongst that crowd as if searching for each other. They both knew at once that they are looking at each other although they were far apart. For Aryan he knew that something is pulling him towards her, this is the precise moment that he realized that “SHE IS THE ONE“.

Determined and eager, there was no choice left to him, he left no stone unturned to find everything about Aarohi. From checking her out from a distance to running his bike upto her home he was totally stunned out of his senses. Finally he managed to catch her in the college corridor and asked her as why she had never called him. She smiled and said that by the time she reached home that day, she could only see some jumbled up scribbling and could never make out the correct number. So this time, she gave Aryan her land line number and asked him to keep a note of that.

Excited and overjoyed Aryan read that number several times until it was printed in his brain. Several times he punched the number from his cell phone but could not make a call. Still more months passed, he was getting more eager and impatient and than one fine morning he saw Aarohi standing at a bus stop waiting for the bus to college. Anxiously he approached her and offered her to drop to college on his bike. She smiled and though he was expecting and hoping for a yes (for what else could come out of lips that could make such a wonderful smile), Aarohi declined. But this time Aryan didn’t want the opportunity to just go like that, with all his courage he asked her whether she would want to go to a movie with him. Aarohi asked which movie. He said” Mujhse shadi karogi” (Will you marry me). Expectantly Aryan was looking at her as if  his life depended on her answer.

Will Aarohi say yes? Does she already know that Aryan is stalking her and this is just Aryan’s excuse to get closer to her? All I can say now is you can fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time. Keep guessing my friends…