On a rainy day I was born. I know it was raining because the thunder made me wail from fear. Nurse washed me lovingly and wrapped me up in to something. In the meanwhile, I heard some loud cheers and laughter. I came to know a child was born in the ward next to me and the family was rejoicing. I was excited. I was going to hear similar cheers and screams for my birth as well, or so I thought.
"Congratulations, you have got a baby girl."
I heard the nurse saying. Then I was transferred to someone's hands, I had no idea who. I looked at the wrinkled face and waited for all those cheers to come, but they never came. I peeked up to the face of the hands holding me now and saw a pair of huge eyes staring down at me strangely. I could not figure out the emotion but I was sure it wasn't love. I went unnoticed for a while. And then I gurgled to remind them of my presence. And I still went ignored. I was confused. I wanted to know why they were not making happy noises like the family next ward, but I could not speak.
I felt some movement and in a moment I was back inside the room from where I was brought. I was placed beside my mother. It was the first time I was looking at her. She was beautiful, but she had rains falling down her eyes. Well after all it was a rainy day, I thought. I heard noises, and they weren't the happy ones. Those were the scary noises and afraid I wailed again. In a short while everyone left and my mother fed me with a tender care and love. I felt safe and after I filled my tummy I slept, secured in her arms.
I woke up with rain falling down on me hard. It hurt a lot. I opened my eyes. It was dark, very dark, and I was moving, held tightly in someone's arms. I was too stunned to wail. I could not see the face in the darkness.
Where am I?
Where is my mother?
Why am I out in such rain?
And then with all my collective strength I wailed. I wanted to go back to my mother. And then suddenly very carefully I was placed somewhere. It was a small place and it smelled bad. The rain stopped falling over me suddenly but it was even darker inside, dark like evil. I could see nothing. I wailed and wailed and wailed and slept. I don't remember how long it was before I felt some light seeping inside wherever I was. I was hungry and I wanted my mother. I wailed again. After a while someone came, and then there was too much light hurting my eyes. I was too tired to wail loudly and hungry. He took me in his arms, cooed to me, opened my cover, wrapped me back again, then I found myself being placed back in the same smelly place. I wailed at intervals, gathering my courage but nothing happened. I don't know how much time had passed. I wailed for what I thought one last time. I was drained with tiredness and hunger. Someone heard me, but I wasn't hopeful. I saw long hairs, I thought it was my mother. I wailed to tell her to get me, that I was hungry and scared. But the face that looked over me did not belong to her. She took me in her arms, cooed to me. I was sure she will put me back again like the man did, but she didn't. She had kind eyes. She looked at me with love and hurriedly carried me to someplace. I was fed and bathed and I slept. I felt secured, not like how I felt in my mother's arms, but similar. Now that I was full and rested I had a better understanding of surrounding. I don't still know what this place is, but I came to know one thing. Whatever happened to me, happened to me because I was born a girl. And now, when I grow up I have a thousand questions to ask and the world will have to answer them all. See you all soon.
Love,
a girl child.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
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