Read this and since then it was etched
in my mind. The line goes like “you are
something between dream and a miracle to me”. How beautifully articulated by
the writer, Isnt’t it? I was going through my Facebook posts at random and came
across this one by my professor, nah…my guide, nah..my mentor… aah no my
friend….Well, she is one person I have always looked upon as a guide, mentor,
friend, idol. She has been my confidant
with whom I could share possibly anything and everything without any fear and
knowing I would be out of the situation however bad it (was) be with her expert
suggestions. Ever since I passed out
from my college where she used to teach me English, I or rather ‘we’ have been
in touch constantly. It has been like
more than 4 or may be 5 years we haven’t seen each other despite staying in
Delhi (both of us). She is very kind
enough to remember my birthday and wedding anniversary and do wish me on both
the occasions. Well, I in particularly
do wish her on September 5 which is a ‘Teacher’s day’ and of course on her
birthday too. Honestly, I do not
remember her wedding anniversary in fact, I never asked her about it.
So later in the day when I logged
in my FB account, I saw her post where she was expressing herself while wishing
her son happy birthday. The sentence
written by her got inscribed in my mind as I mentioned above at the very onset
of my piece. It was very beautifully
expressed about the feeling she has for her son which is “something between a
dream and a miracle”.
Often when out of words, we find
phrases to complete the blank space for that word but this in particular
touched my heart instantly. Why? May be
because being a mother myself, I could relate to it - the relationship between
a mother and a son. I fondly remember the
chilly early morning of December when I was rushed to the hospital by my
parents (since my husband was away at work in the other town) to deliver my
son. It was freezing cold and I was in
pain, immense pain for about 2 and a half hours. The chaos, the screams got over and a sigh of
relief was taken immediately after I heard the baby crying. Yes! I told myself; (taking a deep breath) I
am a MOTHER!!!!
When I first held him in my
hands, I was teary eyed and thanked god for blessing me with this lovely miracle. My husband often says, “It’s a miracle”. He still says and feels this is god’s
creation which is unbelievable. I cannot
forget how euphoric he sounded on phone when he came to know that he’s a
DAD!!! He just couldn’t believe. He arrived late evening. It was a new year’s eve (31st
December, 2003). He held him in his
hands and gave a contented smile looking at him.
Blessed, he shared that emotion
of great happiness with me in the hospital.
And today Aarohan (my son) turns
12!!! God! Time is just flying. This boy
makes my heart melt. The affection and care
that he shows for me gives me a feeling of how blessed I am. Yes, he is my dream come true, a miracle for
us (me and my husband).
I wish him god’s choicest
blessings, a life full of health, wealth and success. My boy, “Grow up to be a good human being,
respect all and stay away from all evils”.
Happy Birthday my son!!!!
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