The raindrops kissed the earth and said, “We are your homesick children. Have you forgotten us? We have come back to you from the heaven.”
Just when almost the entire city had fallen into a deep slumber, my searing pain made my eyes fly open in search of help. I threw my arms around, but, yet, I could not fight the pain. Even though my throat was dry because of my fear, I managed to scream out in utmost pain only to remain unheard.
I was all alone in the house. My husband had been sent to Pakistan a week ago to resolve the enmity as far as possible. As a loyal officer serving under the Indian Foreign Service, he had left his expecting wife all alone with a promise that he would be there in time for the delivery. Alas! It seemed that, this time, he would have to break his promise.
Wasting no time, I somehow strangled myself up from bed and reached out to the bedside table. I had heard somewhere that taking a long and deep breath really helps in combating a difficult situation. Trying to do the same, I swiped through the glowing screen on my phone and dialled the first number on my phonebook : AMBULANCE.
It seemed that the road outside was waterlogged because every number I dialled simply refused to come to my rescue despite my helpless condition. No! I wasn’t helpless! As an IPS officer, I had faced enough critical situations and had emerged victorious too. If I could fight against all odds even some months ago for the safety of my nation, I could do so for my own child as well.
With this new light of hope in my eyes, I pulled myself up from bed and groped my way to the kitchen in search of a knife. With the knife in hand, my shivering legs could not hold my weight any longer and I let myself collapse on the floor. I writhe in pain and shrieked out at the top of my voice!
After almost a quarter of an hour of unbearable pain, when my body was beginning to lose hope, a warm, familiar hand removed the knife from my loosening grip and held me tight. I was not strong enough to listen to his words as my ears had turned deaf by that time. His moving lips filled me with a zeal I had never experienced before. I don’t know what had gotten over me, but, the last thing that I remember is that I yelled like never before and pushed with every force I had ever had in my body before a shadow was cast over my reddening eyes and my body became limp.
I don’t know for how long I was unconscious. When I opened my eyes slowly, the golden rays of the sun lit up the entire room I was lying in. Just then, I realised someone, very tiny, lying close to my bosom. As I was about to slowly shift my weight towards the sound of the soft breath, he lifted me up and helped me sit up against his warm chest. With a quivering hand, for the first time, I held my little baby in my arms, and, my eyes immediately swelled up with tears. Not only was I happy that I was now a proud mother, but, I was also touched because my husband had indeed kept his promise. We locked eyes with each other for a moment before he made my forehead wet with a soft kiss, hugged me tight with our baby in my arms, and, whispered into my ears, “My strong and beautiful Angel, our cute, little Princess has finally arrived.”
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