A morning sun and it’s morning emissions
woke me up for the very first time. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t move; but I can
feel. “you became seven months older”, they say. I can speak and my mother can listen
to that.
My room has been bedecking since a long time with clothes and
toys of little baby Boy. I guess, I will get a friend soon.
Typical though, my family is loving more to my mom during her
gravidity days. My village is superstitious- males were large in number.
My Grandfather is a teacher: grandmother was her wife.
It’s a rural village. Sick house was there. They took me and
my mother to the sick house, again. They took hours to examine my mother,
today. she weeps; we wept. They were troubling her, and the examination ended.
There held a tall talk between my Father and doctor. We reached
home. We were unfamiliar about what has actually happened. Mother was sent to
the room and then family discussion began.
We slept. Next morning, everything and everyone has changed. They
were cursing my mother, with the anonymous reasons.
i was seven months and a day, old.
Time was running. Next day, we were again
taken to the same sick house. Father handled a bundle of money to the medic. We
were again taken into a room and they started afflicting us, again.
my mother loses consciousness. They comely touched her belly,
and then started troubling me. They pushed me, they slapped me, they hit me. she
was senseless, still her tears rolled off those closed eyes.
I didn’t give up my strength. I fought for Three worst
minutes of my life.
And then I sleep. Tired.
I was seven month and two days older.
Hours passed, mom woke up. she called the nurse, “How is my
Son, how is he now? Please! let me see him”.
Nurse: by the will of your family; she is no more.
----ASHUTOSH
BHATTARAI.
