She stared into her deep blue eyes,
mesmerized. It held innocence and purity and exhibited an ocean full
of happiness and eagerness to live life.
She held the tiny fingers in her hands counting
them and smoothening out the lines as she did. The bright pink nails stood out
against her pale skin. She kissed them one by one.
Lovingly she caressed her forehead, pulling back strands
of hair which came in-between her beautiful face.
Yes, beautiful is the precise word. She was
outstandingly beautiful.
It was a spiritual and peaceful experience watching
her sleep on her lap. She held pride in her existence.
She felt the world melt away at the slightest smile
her lips created or became devastative at the slightest hint of tear her eyes
formed.
She was her world. Her body, mind and soul.
She was her daughter.
A moment of pride and honor that only a child like
her could give.
She heard her mother-in-law grumble in the
background about not delivering a boy child, about what will happen to the
family legacy, about family reputation and respect and on and on.
She ignored her ramblings and put the little bundle
of joy to her chest and hugged it affectionately. She cared about nothing in
the world right now.
She relished the moment alone with her daughter
when the nurse ushered the visitors outside the room and particularly her
grumpy mother-in-law who was creating a nuisance.
With the noise dying down, she put her lips to the
tiny ears and whispered a vow to her daughter, that come what may, undeterred
by the current situation, she will bring her up with utmost love and care. And
that the world will look up to her with respect and dignity.
With glistening tears of satisfaction, she
carefully put the baby into a cradle between her folded arms. She sang a
lullaby and set her baby to sleep, silently preparing her for the world
outside.
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