The Noise

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 35; the thirty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "...and the world was silent again"

She opened the tiny iron gate and before she cold even close it, almost 30 cute little angel like children surrounded her, giggling and laughing. Her mood turned playful and light as she made her way inside with all those giggly cutefaces. Sunday had always been the best day of her life, and thanks to all these children. As she sat down in the grassy field, each one of them fought on the major issue of who will get to sit on her sides. Finally she managed to get everyone seated with a 5 year old, Mridula, on her lap. She was the undisputed contestant to hold that prestigious position. It was the time of bliss as she distributed chocolates among them and began to tell stories. Her stories were always interesting, full of morals and lessons from life. Every child would listen to it as their life depended on that tale. And she always relished their engrossment. Some days she would discuss the ongoing problems of the orphanage with the warden, other days she would just spend the whole day playing and dotting over these rejected and parentless kids. A shadow of distress and sadness would start hovering over her face as the day comes to an end. This one day kept her going through everyday, the memories that she made and the anticipation of the next Sunday.

As she walked out of that tiny gate, her heart suddenly weighed a thousand ponds from the agony. As the doors of her car closed, the past would come haunting her, eating her alive like cannibals. She couldn’t do anything but let herself go to the memories. She was 34, thrilled about being a mother. They have been desperately trying to have a baby but it always led to disappointment till now. She drifted back to the happiest days of her life, the days when she had been pregnant. It still filled her heart with mixed emotions, a sweet soaring and a deep longing. She remembered the day she found she was going to be a mother. She couldn’t help but feel the new life taking shape inside her. She would often touch her belly, feeling the sounds that filled her silent world. She would imagine her child breathing, feel its rush of blood in her veins. The sound of his heartbeats was the best sound in her life, better than her favorite symphony. Her life was nothing less than any music. Elation and excitement defined her life now. But how long does good times last, not forever like in fairy tales.

She couldn't forget that day, the day that came to her life as a never ending curse. She was driving back from her work, 6 months pregnant and extremely happy. She had been humming a song she previously heard somewhere. She had been driving slowly even though the highway was empty, she didn't want to be careless even a bit. Her phone rang, it was her husband. A smile crept over her face. Her husband who now behaved like a mother hen, calling her every now and then to check on her. She pressed the green button cherishing the attention. And before she could realize, a huge black car suddenly appeared from nowhere and bang. A loud noise and the world was silent again. The next thing she remembered waking up in hospital, looking like an artwork of tubes and wires. Her flesh and bones ached. Her instant concern made her touch her tummy, and she gasped and winced in pain. Her baby was gone. She wanted to cry out loud, but chocked. Her pulse suddenly took a dip and doctors and nurses ran to her bed. All she could do was stare at them with those huge teary eyes, hoping someone would understand her question. But nobody even looked. Instead they wheeled her out to somewhere.

After a long stay at hospital she was back home now. She looked like a dead, she felt dead. She would often run her hands over her tummy hoping for some magic to happen, hoping to find all those noises that she had come to love so much. But the silence persisted. And one day she found herself standing in an orphanage. She stood there mesmerized, captivated with all those sound of laughter and squeaking. It is in that instance that she knew there is no other place she would rather be, no other place can give her the sounds she had so longed for all these years. There is no other place for her but this.

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