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her efforts had been in vain, she still used to water the land, mix manure to soil and sow seeds at regular intervals. She was sure once fertile, it would bear flowering shrubs and fruit trees too.
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It was her third trimester,theseventh month and it was getting harder to walk, to bend, to perform a task as simple as sitting on a soft sofa and stand up again, at times, even to breathe. With her husband out of station from past one year, a 9 to 5 job and apathetic relations, it was far from an ideal situation. Her courage seemed to be diminishing with each passing day.
These were the days when coming out of her office gates she had to stress her mind to recall the address of her home.The fact that nobody was waiting or looking for her safe return, was a big depressing factor. A lady can bear almost anything but that her unborn child is unwanted, un-cared for is a thing downright cruel and humiliating beyond words.
On one such day she was returning home with the usual feelings of dread and desolation, now permanent in her heart when on a particular sharp turn, her rickshaw collapsed with a cycle- rider and went upside down. She toppled down on the road but managed to land on her palms and knees. A wave of severe pain ran down from her knees to her womb. Furious, she stood up to confront the biker, about to vent out all her pent up angst and agony on him, when one look at him and she realized him as a mere child of 9 or so. Looking at his ashen face her rage went cold, instead, she asked the rickshaw puller to straighten up his already ramshackle vehicle and move on. She reached home in a daze.
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She cried her heart out into the faithful pillow. In a house where anguished cries go unheard, muffled sobs could create havoc as crying was not allowed. People there never accepted that something was amiss in their lives or wrong with them.
She was worried for the well being of that life inside her but there was not much to do except to say a silent prayer! Her gaze rested on her bookshelf and ... despite herself, a weak smile appeared on her lips. This was her nook. Books were her guiding light, her true friends and her strength. An ordinary slab of bricks and mortar, it was most precious to her. On it rested her books - the reason she was able to survive and which used to make her look up to future with hope.
She read a few pages and looked out of the window at the dry piece of land. It felt as if it was calling her. She had sown some seeds in it.
How could she forget!
Fetching a small bucket of water she started.... and stopped. She could see little shoots of green ! Ankur!
|Life from the barren land : Thankful Here|
Those were new born leaves, from the parched ...the barren land. Tears of joy and gratitude started to stream down from her cheeks , falling on the new leaves.
As if moved by her tears ,the top leaves opened with a 'click'.... She smiled and wiped her tears. But the pygmy shoots of green kept moving . She was perplexed ..... and realized, it was raining ! Without any warning the Rain Gods have poured their love on her land. She was drenched . The life inside her was moving.
Amid the chaos that her life had become , she suddenly felt at peace with her surroundings. The young struggling plants have filled her with hope. The cool raindrops had made her 'look up' and 'see' the beauty ,the hope and the love in the universe.
It dawned on her that the rosy image of a future depends upon her perspective in present regarding the thorns.
|The world in a drop !|
Justice she wanted no more but contentment, to be understood no more but to understand and forgive , she could see perseverance of plants, tenacity of the limpets, burning of the stars and arrival of a new moon after each waning .
|One of the things which made|
her look up to when life
was at its worst: Image credit
In the carefree fluttering of a butterfly, the transient glory of a firefly, the evanescent beauty of spring and the fugacious bloom of a flower before withering .
She had so much to look up to, a vast expanse of knowledge to explore, so much to create and give back to the world, give back to nature.
She picked up her book and smiled at the crawling ladybug blown from somewhere into the budding garden. "The first visitor" she thought affectionately. Life kicked inside her and she was now looking up to the second visitor.
She had found her peace. Bliss.
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