IP REDUX; All That she wants !! - Page 2

I was in no mood to write today but thought of writing something about mother .For Anjali to go to the extent of aborting (My mind and heart are out of synch even to type this.. Sorry my personal opinion) the baby, it shows how much she loves Shyam. When she was told by Khushi that now her future is still beautiful. All the dreams that she dreamt are still intact. Soon a baby will be playing in her arms. The tender moments, the beautiful cooing, the cries for attention, the smell of new born baby.. all the dreams a first time would be mother could dream about . She had prepared herself for this. She was dreaming day and night about this. Her priority was the baby. But with that she also had another dream. FAMILY. Which consists of a providing father, caring mother and loving extended family members. But that was all shattered for Anjali. She had no say in any of this. First mami delivered her the news about her two timing husband which she scoffed off. Then came the biggest blow. Truth unraveling. She was not prepared for any of this. The bitterest, ugliest ,nastiest can of worms were opened. She was a mute spectator who was watching with tears and heavy emotions. It hit her hard. She recoiled. At moment she doesn't want anything from anyone. She wants to be alone and live in her world. She still wants to connect herself to the past as her future which she dreamt has been destroyed.

When a woman becomes pregnant, she starts the connection with the baby. And pretty soon the attachment comes into play. You are already a mother by now. And you know the responsibility weighing on your shoulder. Mother instinct will kick in too. And Anjali is in her second trimester. So she has already come a long way in the journey of motherhood.

For her to take this stance to part away from her lullaby dreams is something to think about. Which is Shyam's position in her life. He was her living, walking, taking and caring God. And now that is taken away from her. So she doesn't want anything that is reminds her of him. Just count the number of times she says "Humne Faisla Liya hai " quivering. You will get your answers.

The Mother by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Here I lean over you, small son, sleeping
Warm in my arms,
And I con to my heart all your dew-fresh charms,
As you lie close, close in my hungry hold . . .
Your hair like a miser's dream of gold,
And the white rose of your face far fairer,
Finer, and rarer
Than all the flowers in the young year's keeping;
Over lips half parted your low breath creeping
Is sweeter than violets in April grasses;
Though your eyes are fast shut I can see their blue,
Splendid and soft as starshine in heaven,
With all the joyance and wisdom given
From the many souls who have stanchly striven
Through the dead years to be strong and true.

Those fine little feet in my worn hands holden . . .
Where will they tread ?
Valleys of shadow or heights dawn-red?
And those silken fingers, O, wee, white son,
What valorous deeds shall by them be done
In the future that yet so distant is seeming
To my fond dreaming?
What words all so musical and golden
With starry truth and poesy olden

Shall those lips speak in the years on-coming?
O, child of mine, with waxen brow,
Surely your words of that dim to-morrow
Rapture and power and grace must borrow
From the poignant love and holy sorrow
Of the heart that shrines and cradles you now!

Some bitter day you will love another,
To her will bear
Love-gifts and woo her . . . then must I share
You and your tenderness! Now you are mine
From your feet to your hair so golden and fine,
And your crumpled finger-tips . . . mine completely,
Wholly and sweetly;
Mine with kisses deep to smother,
No one so near to you now as your mother!
Others may hear your words of beauty,
But your precious silence is mine alone;
Here in my arms I have enrolled you,
Away from the grasping world I fold you,
Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone!