OS:HER FALLEN ANGEL
The sky was beginning to shed its shades of orange and turning black and the moon reminded of Doris Days'By the Light of Silvery Moon'.Oblivious to the busy night on the roads,inside the home,was a woman with immaculately smooth skin and extensive black hair falling down her shoulders. Her skin had also seemed to have acquired a translucent quality and glow that only served to enhance her beauty. Despite wearing a marvellously gold and polished ring that gleamed as brightly as the sparklings stars on the fourth finger of her left hand, what would've drawn most attention to any bystander who looked upon her was that she was smiling at her own reflection in the mirror.
'There is such a special sweetness in being able to participate in creation'.
A Pamela S.Nadav's one she had read somewhere crossed her mind and the smile in her lips extended to an extent that even the longest union pacific train would face its most humiliating defeat.A sudden realisation sweeped through her and thats when she saw an idiotic,grinning lookalike of her in the mirror.
Enough...she decided.She is not going to repeat this anymore like she has been doing for the past two days.She must decide something about this and now she will. She tiptoed to her room and took it from her wardrobe.She hid it under the shirt and again tiptoed with her head
swaying through its right and left to detect any presence around her.That's when another realisation dawned upon.She hit her head with her right palm and murmured "how did i forget that no one is at home? No wonder everybody call me fool.Now all these time wasted in hiding it from someone who is not even present in the first place".Moments later...
Jerking her from her thoughts, the buzz of her watch went off. The three minutes were up.She closed her eyes took a deep breath,then opened them, and looked down at the test she had carefully laid on the counter. She took a tiny gasp, and let the air out slowly, realization sinking in. She locked eyes with her reflection in the mirror, and as the tears began to roll down her cheeks, she was only halfway surprised. For deep in her soul she had longed for it to be true.Thats when she heard the knob to the front door click open,"OMG!its him.i should have noticed.its 8 already"wiping her eyes off tears and hiding the stick in her hands she came out greeting him with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.it seemed as if she was thinking something.
He sensed her uneasiness and a look at her face told him everything."Had my jaan been crying?".She looked at him with a sudden jolt and nodded her head vigorously."Whats
the matter,jaan?",he asked her for which she responded by opening her hand infront of him and smiled which was more than just reaching her eyes.
He looked at what she showed then stared into her eyes deeply and said "Hold me".
Now,its her turn to stare into his eyes which was slightly moistened,as a lonetear escaped her eyes.It was out of pure joy.They hugged each other for quite some time before she spoke."This is why I can put up with you even at worst moments. A moment like this. I know I could never have it with anyone else". They continued to hold on to each other.At that moment she realised that havinga baby is like falling in love again, both with your husband and child.
No one knows how the days passed onto weeks and weeks onto months.Every one praised her for how well she glowed. With increasing days the advices from elders increased as if its a whole square package for which,at times she would complain,"I'm getting so much advice that,i just started tuning it out.If one more person tells me anything,i'm going to shoot 'em". But she could never ever complain about her baby coz' it was the tiniest thing she had ever put her life into.Many times he would sneak into their room to find her staring at herself in the mirror with a baby bump formed by a pillow under her shirt.It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.He cant imagine himself waiting another 32 weeks to hold the baby.Suddenly 32 seemed to be a larger number than infinity.
At times she would hit him whining "I want an angel and don't you dare ask for a champ to join your basketball practise.Its not like i wont consider the champ request next time.But you yourselves have said many times that i'm your angel.Since i,m an angel my baby would be an angel too and angels are always soft,beautiful,light hearted,always smiling,tolerant,pretty,etc,etc which all are the qualities of women by which it means that it suits me so as my to be.So with all the truths spoken i hereby conclude that our baby is going to be an angel and not a champ.i
think you could understand..."
"Whoa.. Whoa.. jaan!!! Breathe... Breathe...I'm accepting my defeat i don'tneed my champ.I'm quite okay with our angel and yes,i definitely appreciateyour genertosity for considering my request next time.Now please stop speakingthis fast or atleast until our angel joins us ok???"
This had become a routine in these past weeks for her to shout and for him to pacify her.All thanks to her mood swings.In these weeks he had very well understood that being pregnant comes with a lot,lot of emotions you never realized you had.At times she would cry badly over a melting icecream and then just mouth a "Its ok" for a broken vase which,is hardly her.It was all new for him.Everything was going well until...
"Jaan,where are you???How much more time are you going to take???Are'nt you eager to see the first ever picture of your angel???"shouting so,he climbed through the stairs into their room."Jaan,i'm shouting like hell there and what's the joy do you get in keeping mum???Jaan,i'm talking to you"saying so,he shook her.
She came out of her reverie and on seeing him let out a smile that didn't reach her eyes it seemed as if she was thinking something.He sensed her uneasiness and a look at her face told him everything "Had been my Jaan crying?"she looked at him with a sudden jolt and nodded her head vigorously."whats the matter,Jaan?"he asked.
"Somethings wrong.There is a sudden void in my soul.Its like something bad is going to happen.I cant feel the baby moving"she said through her tears.
"Dont be silly,Jaan.You are just in your 3rd month and baby grows its organ only in 4rth.So,don't you let your moodswings affect your mind.Now,come.Lets go,maybe you'll believe me once you see your angel yourself"
After the sonography session they returned back home.The words of doctor echoed through their mind,both thinking of same words but about different persons.Neither of them looked at each other let alone speak.
"I'm extremely sorry.Oligohydramnios has been detected in the sonogram,which means there is too little amniotic fluid for the baby to inhale and feed.It may result in lung and limb defects or miscarriage or premature birth or stillbirth.In any case,if not paid attention,will not only affect the baby but also the mother and this abnormality in 3rd month is already reducing the baby's heartbeat.you both must decide something very quickly.We should remove it as soon as possible.By saying very quickly,I mean it"
Neither did know how did they reach home.As she ascended upstairs,"Jaan,we need to talk"he started.She halted but didn't turn.He got hold of her shoulders and said"I need you,Jaan.I,m not going to loose you.Please don't reject what i'm going to say".
She very well know what he is going to say and she would never ever get through the emptiness in her womb for which she could endure the morning sickness for thousand births."REMOVE IT",the words scared her.But there is nothing she could do.she nodded. He stared into her eyes deeply and said "Hold me".Now,its her turn to stare into his eyes which were slightly moistened,as a lone tear escaped her eyes.They hugged each other for god knows how long.It was like a deja vu except that there is no joy...
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