Daily bidding goodnight to my little one, i retire to bed. Some nights, she communicates with me and other times i have a sound sleep, unmindful of where i am.... There are days too and daytimes too when she has communicated... she conveys her life "above", thereby instilling in me that she is happy and safe in her second world. Yesterday being the 2nd death anniversary of my granma, we were observing all the rituals and rites for the day. Before everything could start, i was chatting with my parents, regarding the book i lost the previous night....SAME SOUL, MANY BODIES. This book is not just a bundle of words, printed on paper...it is a treasure to me as i could see my daughter in those letters...I was scolding myself for being such a stupid, to misplace the book in the flight. Immersed in the thought of what i have read, and shared with the world, i was discussing the lines that really touched my conscience. On the other hand, prayed to my daughter to get the book back to me...in this process, i was recollecting the events of the day of her surgery...what all happened and was explaining to my dad, that everything thing in this world is connected in a way or other and that every action of an individual has an equal and opposite reaction. No, i am not talking about Newton's third law but the psychological reactions of every life on earth.
All this and later, had my meal and slept of tiredness. I was wandering the streets of chennai like a lunatic, dragging my husband along wherever i went. Suddenly the thought of my daughter, left alone at home, comes to my mind and rush there with him. Hearing it from my mother that my li'l one is being taken care of my sister, i hurry to see her. There, our relatives have forcibly lifted my child from my sister and are merrying, at her inabilities...someone is shuttling her head and making fun of her, while others enjoy it with a wild laughter. Being a mother i just cannot hold on anymore and take my daughter back, with tears rolling down my cheeks. I hug my little angel so tight, that she wraps her legs around my waist and enjoys it with a smile on her face...as usual.
This scene, jolts me out of sleep...for i realise it was a dream on a daylight...i hope this doesn't turn into daydreaming as i want my little one back on earth, with me and my husband to enjoy LIFE.
Later that evening, i received a call from my beloved who informed that my book is with the airline staff. Not knowing how to express my joy on getting my book back, i thanked my daughter and rushed to their office to collect it in the same condition that i had left it in-flight. I need to mention that, if i carry on a single work, even a simple one, without informing her it goes waste. She is the guardian angel of our house and also the guiding angel, making all our wishes come true in our day to day life...our wish to have her back is still not fulfiled though...maybe she needs time to cure herself of the ailment completely... I am confident that if i become pregnant again, it is going to be her and none other than her.
Too much of her thoughts, her actions and her company that kept us alive was discussed on my return. After reading out some quotes from the book aloud, and sharing my experiences with my family, went to bed...but slept past midnight. I was having my sister by my side, this time too but am not clear as to what the whole scene was... I can only remember that i took my daughter again from my sister, who was rocking her cradle, calming her for a sleep. I take her in my arms and hug her with a smile... this too was a dream....
Later after a few hours, i was running in the streets of maharashtra.... i cannot make it out where...but can only recollect that it is a marathi soil... heavy downpour has spoilt the beauty and the roads are slushy making it difficult to step out. I am accompanied by my father and husband, ofcourse my cousin too is there to make fun of my daughter. My angel is dressed like a boy, in a silky white pyjama-kurta, knotting her hair on top of her head, like Krishna... We are all pulling some hand-held carts and running around those untidy streets... my cousin is all praise of his son, whereas i am proud of my daughter... He challenges us for a competition on the carts with the kids on board.... as i cannot guarantee the health of my daughter, i try to avoid it and dodge him by taking a route just opposite to his...my father gives a doll of a cow, to my daughter to keep her busy through the ride...my husband checks it whether it is clean and dirt-free, for even a small dust particle can start a rough day for her...i too do the same and reiterate that it is ok to let her play with such toys once in a while....she is enjoying her ride on the cart which is pulled by her granpa, supported by her appa and being taken care of by her mother... despite the jolts in the cart ride she is having fun, with her sweet chuckles....all the way through. I didn't know where we landed on our ride...but i landed down from my DREAM...
Hope this day comes to life in our lives....
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