My doctor told me I was having a baby girl. My mother’s
expression changed suddenly. She was a mother, a member of our society, so she
wanted her daughter’s first child to be a son. But it was not a son. It was a
daughter for me. Surprisingly my mother-in-law was over the moon. She was a
mother too, a member of our society, so she wanted to see her son’s children as
soon as possible. Between these wants of sons and children, they somehow
noticed my silence. My both mothers thought I was upset because I was not going
to give birth to a son. I did not answer them. My thoughts began where their
thoughts ended.
Digital diary of a virologist by profession and thinker by hobby. By Zareen Fatima.
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Monday, November 2, 2015
CRYING EYES LONG FOR SUNSHINE
That night was full of sunshine. I could actually feel the
warmth and brightness of sun shining over me. But that was night! I thought how
an analytical mind could possibly get astray and laughed at my thoughts. I
could not help but giggle and smile while getting ready for the function. I was
getting married to my friend, my soul mate, my love. While saying “I do”, I was
not actually thinking of taking him as my husband. I always thought what brides
and grooms would think during that moment, I used to explore nuances of
emotions on their faces to know what they would be thinking at that moment.
With every “I do” I was looking forward to a wonderful future, a future that I
wanted to spend with the man I trusted. I was thinking about all the rains and
sunshines that would get a meaning in my coming years. And henceforth, I became
a missus.
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