It is said and believed widely that creation of a new life is miraculous.I always heard it and never believed because of the traditional youth notion of being given a reason about everything.Destiny seemed to be quite interested in convincing me over this point and it was then when some of my hopes shattered.Being in India, and belonging to a normal middle class environment, I was all satisfied with the belief of having a brother instead of a sister(it was even more inspired when Nidhi grabbed my so called “living – essentials” as a teenager).
The optimism shown by my grandparents was actually a reason to be proud, to be proud of the fact that education is changing the face of our society. I saw her wrapped in extremely soft clothes, the 10 seconds she opened her eyes for, were full of some kind of innocent magic. The tender hands, the delicate fingers ….her small fists….were ready to go with all her might and show the world that she had an identity – different, special and powerful. She was as soft as a delicate petal of rose, i realised it when I touched her cheeks. She squeaked by the touch of my cold hands, and I was there by her side, still trying to understand, was i actually fifteen years elder than her and was she actually so magical? In spite of my chirpy nature, that was one time when I was short of words. I had seen life coming into fair existence for the first time and fell in love with it.
I miss her the most today.
touching art yaar ani...!!
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