Saturday, December 31, 2016

When the Darkness fades to Light..

Stranded alone in an unknown place, I felt myself plunging deep into darkness. But why would someone dump me into a place like this? I thought to myself. Visibly irritated, I started cursing myself.  Damn! I dashed myself against the narrow walls and with each passing days, the wall started turning more narrow. It was awkward and I was getting uncomfortable. 

Weeks passed,  my million questions remained unanswered.  I saw myself growing strong. It was during those days when I used to hear a babble of voices around me -sometimes songs, sometimes stories and sometimes even quarrels. They never ceased to amaze me.  I used to smile every time I listened to her voice.  Each passing day made me more curious. I wanted to talk to her and my every attempt to talk to her went futile.  I desperately wanted to meet her and tell her that she had a lovely voice.  As I was floating inside the pool of darkness, I felt a sudden touch.  This touch made me happy.  I kicked the wall whenever she did that. At the same time, I would hear a laughter. 
"Oh seems they like me doing that!" I kicked the wall again. 

I soon began to understand that she found me precious. We both developed a strong bond. I couldn't wait to meet her and feel her external touch. I loved her. I wanted to kiss her and hug her tight. I soon began to understand that she aspired something big for me.  
One of those days, she began to screech in pain. She cried and her pain was unbearable. I never knew what happened to her.  The moment was getting tense. I was growing anxious about her.  I could hear different voices once again. I never knew what to interpret from that. 

"Almighty, I need her badly,"  I cried.
I could feel her cry and her painful screams. With each scream, I found a shift in my body movements. 
"This is weird," I thought to myself.

I was scared as I saw something grabbing my head and trying to pull me out of the dark passage.  The woman shrieked loudly as that object pulled me out. I realised that even I possessed that object that held my head. But mine was tiny. I was slowly pulled out of the darkness and for a moment it was bright all around. There was no more darkness in my life.  I felt a ray of light hitting my eyes and  I saw a person with a mask. He cut the tube that offered me with food and nutrients. Another person wearing the same attire wiped me neatly with a towel.  The scream stopped and the person handed me to a woman. 

The woman was visibly beautiful. She kissed me not just once but thrice. I saw a glow on her face after she saw me.

"Welcome to the world, my little baby," she said, smiling at me. I beamed with joy. She was the same woman whose voice I heard when I lived at the dark passage.  Finally, I saw her.  

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She placed her hand on my body to which I smiled. 
"I'm never leaving you," I said to her through my smile.
Everyone standing there smiled. I held her hands tight. She kissed me again and that was the happiest day of her life. She kept looking at me and through her eyes told me that I am her bundle of joy and she would raise me like a King. This first touch invoked several feelings of joy within me. This beautiful woman was my Mother, my guardian angel and the sole reason for my happiness.
‘I am writing this post towards #Blog&Celebrate contest by Novemberschild

4 comments:

  1. That's such a beautiful post.I was afraid it was a thriller .The description of the bond between mother and child was beautiful

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  2. That was lovely!Mother-child bond is precious.Nice way of narrating it from the child's angle.

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  3. There’s something special about holding hands with another human being. All of us are innately conscious of how this simple act can stir an instant intimacy, heighten our awareness and express a deep connection. This alchemy of two hands touching has so deeply captured our collective imagination, it’s been the subject of our highest artistic achievements, from the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, to the poetry of Romeo and Juliet, to the lyrics of the Beatles. It is rare to see a parent not holding their kid’s hands out in public. Holdings hands is a way to offer protection as well as direction to kids. A scared kid will immediately reach up for their parent’s hand, while an angry or hurried parent will immediately reach down for their kid’s hand. However, for the most part, holding hands is a way for children to stay connected to their parent’s, so it needs to be taken within context. For instance, at a busy airport, before a flight, a kid may need constant reassurance through hand holding, which would be expected. Our entire bodies, from our nerves to our brains, respond positively to touch and crave it from the time we're born. Whether it's due to instinct, comfort, intimacy or love, touch brings us closer to each other both physically and emotionally -- and is a necessity for our overall well-being.

    Your post was so apt for my prompt/topic. Thank you for writing for the contest. Top 4 to be announced soon. Keep a watch on my tweets.

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  4. Real beautiful lines. It satiate my appetite according to the title.

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