Chapter 1
Madhu stood looking at the moon silently crying, the same moon they both looked at when they missed each other. Though that happened fairly recently it felt like years away, a time when she knew happiness, a time when she knew love, a time when she 'knew' him. But that time was long gone and all that she had left was a deep sorrow, an unrequited love and distrust; distrust in herself and others. She stood there like a corpse ' no movement, no sound, no life. The only indication of her still possessing life was her tears, tears that kept flowing with no sound emitting from within. As her minds screen replayed that fateful night when RK left her, again for the millionth time, she asked herself 'why am I still alive? Why?' She looked over the balcony of her chawl and wondered what if she just jumped right now, at this very moment? But before she could think any further or act on her current thought, she began to have a metallic taste in her mouth. Her eyes widened and she scampered into the house.
Squatting before the toilet, head bent in, hair scattered around wildly, and Madhu making dry heaving sounds into the toilet bowl, that is how Trishna found her yet again. She immediately took a wash cloth and wet it and filled a glass with water and squatted beside her sister holding her hair as she heaved. At first they had interpreted her constant fatigue, her emotional outbursts and her sleeping 16 hours a day as depression. There was no reason to think otherwise. But soon they had to add nausea to the list and then it came to Padmini ' 'Oh God, could her daughter be... noo ... it couldn't be, could it?'
As Madhu gargled her mouth with the cool water Trishna had handed her and wiped her face with the wash cloth, she remembered her reason to live. She stared at her image in the mirror and slowly moved the hand she was using to brace herself against the wash basin around her waist in a protective way, the way only mothers do, caressing and reassuring the baby within her of her love and concern of its well-being. She silently thanked her child for reminding her that she hadn't lost everything. She still had her baby, her reason to live.
"You feeling better?" Trishna asked concerned, stroking Madhu's hair lovingly. "Yes Didu, I fine, now." Madhu answered assuring her of her well-being, bringing a smile to her face, which she still found difficult and forced. "I know this is called morning sickness, so shouldn't it happen only in the mornings?" She continued to smile as she added the little joke, hoping her sister will be reassured and will not divulge any more details from her.
Trishna laughed. "Why don't you go sit on the porch, out in the fresh air, and I will get you some crackers and dry toast."
"Could you make that sorbet or ice lollies?" Madhu asked with a pout.
As Madhu lay on her side, trying to feel comfortable, she stroked her stomach thinking about the life growing inside her and about the child's father who knew not of its existence. "Bappa, if that day didn't happen, right now we would be sitting together, both of us fawning over our child that I carry. But that fateful day did happen. And all routes to him have been destroyed. I want him to understand what he did, what he destroyed. I wish he could be in my shoes, if only for a day."
Edited by luvera - 12 years ago