A mother is born
Outside, the cold wind was blowing, and the rain was lashing on trees. Inside, the fire kept the room warm. But there was a strange restlessness creeping. Adhirath looked at his wife, Radha. She was as beautiful as she used to be when he had married her. As she turned towards him, he realised there was sadness in her face. As much as he tried, he could not relieve her from the acute agony she felt. He was helpless. It pained to the core of his bones to see her sad face. He loved her. She knew.
Our inner feelings and emotions get reflected on our face naturally.
She was helpless too. The malady was the same for both of them. But each bore it in his shell.
His heart too yearned for a child as much as his wife’s. Who could see his intense desire to hear his children’s laughter? His arms ached to hold his child.
But he was a man. He couldn’t be weak.
“Don’t be disheartened. What can’t be cured, must be endured. Trust me. The Mother has designed some better things for us.” He said softly. His wife nodded in agreement.
Suddenly, on an impulse, he sprinted to the front door and was gone. He headed towards the river. Not once did he miss going to the banks of the river and offer prayers to the river goddess, The Ganga. Before him, his father did and before his father, his grandfather.
