One morning, around her fifth month, Riddhima felt a little flutter-almost like butterflies floating in her tummy-while checking a patient in the Cancer ward. At first, she thought she was imagining; the flutters stopped when she walked, but recurred the moment she halted at a patient's bedside. There comes a moment in everyone's life when one crosses that bridge of uncertainty to certainty, from confusion to clarity, from restrained emotions to demonstrative emotions, from a feeling of being burdened to a feeling of being liberated- and that's what Riddhima felt at that very moment when tiny little body parts of their unborn child flickered in her womb that afternoon.
To the world you might just be one person,
but to one person you might just be the world.
~Author Unknown~
Hi Bheegi, I'm reading the 3rd and 4th thread of this ff again and enjoying it so much more. When I read the first time I was eager to know what happens next, so rushed on . But now I know whats going to follow I'm relishing every bit of it. The above words send me back 28 years - to the most wonderful moment in a woman's life I think next only to the moment she holds her new-born in her arms for the first time. exquisite part. â¤ď¸ ssh57 Edited by ssh57 - 15 years ago
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