A True Look Up Story

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She looked up with a sigh. No rain clouds in the sky. The dry patch of  the earth was gaping at the skies with parched lips. It was a square in the backyard which she wanted to make lively with swaying leaves and laughing flowers. Her maternal mum-in-law had warned her not to waste her time and energy on that barren piece of land, but, she was undeterred. It had been one and a half years and though, all 
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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After constant ringing of five minutes the door opened . By then the physical and emotional shock grew on her and she broke down in tears. What she needed was a caring hug, reassurances about her child and perhaps a warm glass of milk but, her such high expectations were thwarted with a 'do not worry take rest in your room,today you do not need to do the cooking'  charity.

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 !
  
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In that tiny window of a moment, life changed for her... it became beautiful . The wisdom of books became tangible.  

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
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In the world, the nature and its inhabitants, she discerned the happiness and the joy of life. 

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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32 comments:

  1. Loved your emotional story!

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  2. You have written this beautifully, Kokila.. :)

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    1. If you say so girl from rooh only ;p ... thanks dear :)

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  3. It is a lovely and encouraging story

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    1. Thanks Shashi for your kind words :)

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  4. Touching story! Beautifully narrated with nice pics & lots of hope & optimism :)
    I imagined Jane Austen's heroines & then realized things haven't changed much, Kokila!

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    1. So right Anita. Things have changed only up to the extent we allow them to ...sigh !
      Thanks for the sweet words dear... I can't thank you enough to go through such a long post !!
      love n cheers :)

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  5. An woman's heart deep as an ocean so many feelings so many thoughts. Its a beautiful piece of work babe. Loved it.

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    1. Thanks yaara .... sweet words regarding depth of emotions when coming from you, are precious ... jas precious as your ratan pitari se nayan :) thanks for being here dear friend :)

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  6. Its a beautiful story Kokila. Personally liked it a lot, the flow of emotions is very touching and makes the reader move..

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    1. Hey Vinay,Thanks for the appreciation man! If YOU say that you/ readers are moved, means kuch to achha hi hoga. I hope I'll be able to write good enough to evoke kind words from you :)

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  7. It's a b-a-e-u-t-i-f-u-l story Kokila.... I loved the way you've weaved it with emotions, love, books and, Nature. All being my favourite..you know. :-) Reading it made my day dear... love you :-) and a much belated Happy Holi :-P was on a vacation....

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    1. Thanks Dear friend for the Holi wishes and the motivating words :) I am really grateful that you survived such a long post !
      wishes n love to you dear :)

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  8. its a very nice and beautiful story :)

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    1. Thanks Ankur and it has your NAME as an important incident ! :)

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  9. What a beautifully inspiring story, Kokila! The way the character's life and the nature's cycle intermingle is very nicely done. Rains can truly signify a shower of Divine Grace.

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    1. Thanks Beloo for the sweet words .. You are so right about rains .. always nourishing the parched souls, truly a Divine Grace :)
      PS. I am glad you survived this (it was long ) :)

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  10. I was in a hurry today, but I had to slow down and read every word, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you dear Kokila!

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    1. Thanks a TON Barbara for this loving gesture :)
      I am sorry for its length .. words flew on their own and I did little to tame them. I am really pleased that you have enjoyed it despite having less time to spare and it being a lengthy post !
      Thanks again friend :)

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  11. Such a sunshine post! My heart lurched for that baby within its cocoon. You do have a way with words. Cheers!

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    1. Thanks a lot Dr. Sahiba ... Yeah the change of perspective changed life for the would be mother (perhaps forever) but the baby is sure to experience some tough times in that environment ..
      Keep that baby in your prayers dear :)
      Love and more love Sweety :)

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  12. Such a sweet and beautiful story. I don't think anybody would leave here without taking away some optimism from your lines, Kokila.

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    1. You think so !! Thanks a zillion Dee :)
      Am really glad you liked it :)

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  13. A very beautiful inspiring story. One of the best ones I read in this series!

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    1. Thanks Indrani .. you never cease to inspire! by your words and your posts ,by your series and by numerous other innovative ideas of yours :) Thanks for the generous words dear..Means a lot to me :)

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  14. Kokila, I just LOVED it!!! I am a person with loads of emotions and feelings and thoughts and such stories touch me ...move me!
    Beautifully written :D

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    1. SO many Thanks Deepa for the precious words and priceless emotions you have conveyed here ....Your words had made my day dear !
      I know how tender-hearted and emotional a person you are so, coming from you its really really something. :)

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  15. You have something which I totally relate to. You play with words as if they were play things in your play pen. You are the wind and they are fallen leaves. They dance to your tunes. Then, they sham dead like a pet puppy, when you stop your blow!

    You use too heavy words at times, but they never seem heavy, because they are related to the context.

    Bravo! Never thought I'd praise someone like this! You are really awesome!

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  16. Even I never though I'd receive such praise !
    You are too generous and kind Rakesh :)
    So many thanks fro this beautiful lyrical comment ... :) :)

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