Jab we met

The blaring sound of music was getting onto my nerves. One time I had been madly in love with the clubs and discos. I used to love the dim light and the loud music where you can’t talk even by shouting in to ears. But now, the same atmosphere was getting me agitated. I guess the age was finally catching up on me. So, I excused myself from my friend’s birthday party and went to take some breathing space. Mojito in one hand and on the other my phone with half dead battery I walked myself out, found a seating space facing the park. This was indeed a better place given the scenes taking place half hidden behind the trees in the park. There was a couple hugging each other awkwardly, trying to kiss but scared of the light and the surrounding. The way a guy was begging a girl, it seemed like he was trying to make peace with his nagging short-tempered girlfriend. And the takeaway of the day was a newlywed couple walking across the park hand in hand. The fluttering eyes and the scarlet cheeks of the bride on denying some request of her husband was a complete blow away.

I had no idea how long I sat there but it was dark now and the park was shedding shame and turning in to complete porn. I turned to my phone to check the time but the battery was drain out to every bit. I am a total phone addict, facebook, twitter, pintrest, blogger, online shopping- I can’t even imagine living without these. I was wondering if my friends were missing me or how will they find me, but I wasn’t much concerned. I was sure they were still busy partying. While I was lost in thoughts I heard someone clearing throat behind me.

“Ahem, Ahem.”

“Excuse me.”

“I was about to ask that.”

Behind me was a good looking guy. He signaled to the place beside me and asked,

“May I?”

“It’s kind of little wet here.”

“Not that I mind.”

And he sat beside me without flinching or cleaning the spot or blowing air on it like everyone else does.

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing here in the dark?”

“Flirting can take you anywhere and everywhere but not here.”

He laughed with a definite ease.

“I just took my chance.”

That made me laugh and that was it. The ice broke just like that. He was easy to talk to. In a while he did not even feel like a stranger. We talked like long lost friends eager to catch up on one another. Topic shifted from general to personal and then very personal. I told him my deepest secrets and fears, the ones I had never been able to tell anyone. And he did the same. We somehow knew we won’t be judged. I had no idea for how many hours we kept talking but I could guess it was high time. Suddenly he jumped; it was his phone vibrating in his pocket that he had completely forgotten about. We laughed our lungs out. It was sometime before he could take the call.

“My car is here,”

“Okay.”

“I have to leave now.”

“I know”, I smiled.

“I know it sounds corny but may I have your number.”

“I am not sure.”

“In that case keep mine. Call me whenever and if you feel like.”

I took his number. He left. I felt at peace. Sometimes sharing does matter a lot. It is like shedding a lot of weight from within your heart and soul.

Was I attracted to him? Not in a romantic way

Did I call him again? No

Was I tempted? Yes

But I realized we have played our parts in each other’s life. That moment was all we were supposed to be together. Sometimes God makes strangers meet just to give them a solution or show them a path or some light. Sometime I wonder if things would have been different today had I called him that day. May be yes, but definitely not better that how it is today.

The Unexpected Gift

She sat down with a heavy heart on the edge of her luxurious king size bed holding her reports weakly between her fingers. Tears streaming down her face flooding her heart. Every word of the report slicing her heart a million times. The smell of luxurious linens that once felt like the first rain showers to her were now nauseating.  Everything, even her own existence was now piercing her soul. She screamed in pain, her mourning tearing apart the stillness of the night.

“Why God why” She squirmed in pain, “why am I to pay such price? And for what? You gave me everything and then robbed me of your greatest blessing. You have robbed me of everything. You cheated on me. Why did you deprive me of my complete womanhood? Why can’t I be a mother God? Why not? What did I do to deserve such punishment? You can’t do this to me. I will not accept it.”

Her palms bled through her clenched fist but she could not feel the pain. She became numb to all the other sufferings in front of the one she was going through now. It has been six years and yet that report could make her bleed like anything. She had been heavenly happily married for three years. Both of them loved each other like they had never loved ever. Her mother in law was the Goddess in disguise, a mother she had lost when she was mere two years old. Her sister in law never loved her any less. In fact, everyone in the family loved her like she was their own blood. She felt complete. They lived a life everyone else dreamed of for a year, and then they decided to have a kid. They waited and tried for a year. Then started the painful and viscous circle of visits to doctors, checkups, tests, medications and then more tests and more medications, but the results were always the same. By the end they stood where they started. One fateful day the best gynecologist in town declared that there is nothing more they could do, that she could never bear a child, that she could not be a mother ever and that changed everything. Her entire world came crashing down around her. Every one’s behavior changed. She, who was once loved dearly, now meant nothing to them. Tensions grew and she was made to leave the house, the house she vowed to leave only after her death. By the grace of God she was self-dependent. To the world she was a woman of substance and strength, but inside the walls of her house she was a broken and lonely woman. She had everything yet nothing.

After the sleepless night, she patched up her face with layers of makeup and got ready to face the world with the other side of her. She felt as if she was living two parallel lives. She splashed some rose water on her eyes before she sat back behind the wheels of the BMW, a car that everyone crave and admire and yet can’t have. She could own an army of chauffeurs but she loved to drive. Her mind kept switching from the day’s schedule to her reports. Her eyes burned from all that crying but still the memory of that report clouded her eyes. She did not notice a pregnant lady crossing the street. The sound of screeching tires sent her off the balance and she got hurt. She saw her bleeding and hurriedly took her to hospital. Doctors said she needs surgery, so her family was needed to be informed before they start on her.

She tried to find and contact her family but could not find any. It came as she had no family, she had been living alone. Her neighbors were her only support. She fulfilled all the formalities for her and paid her expenses. She prayed to God that the woman does not lose her baby for she knew only too well what it meant to not have a child. After a long wait doctors came out,

“I am sorry ma’am but we could not save the lady; however the child survived, though a little injured. She will be fine.”

She did not know whether to mourn or rejoice, thinking the only family that the new born had was also gone. But all her confusions went out through the window when doctors gave in to her hands the little angel. Her hands trembled as she held her. At that one moment she knew that God had finally found a way to complete her. She knew what she had to do to give that newborn what she needed the most- her mother.  It took few days, long long days to fulfill the formalities of adoption, but when finally the baby doll was given a name with her surname, it was an unexpected celebration for her. 

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