Ghost or a guardian angel?
The due date was finally coming near. The whole family was gearing up for the arrival of my baby. Nine months of wait was finally about to end.
A week prior to the due date I felt very uncomfortable and I was rushed to the hospital. The doctor said it was an emergency and performed a caesarean section on me. I could hear my baby's first cry and the doctor commenting that it is a miracle that the baby is alive. I then totally lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital room with intravenous tubes running through my hand and my mother fast asleep in the corner of the room. A light was on. And my tiny baby was all bundled up and sleeping in the crib next to me.
And that's when I noticed that someone else was in the room too.
It was my dear grandmother fresh with her trademark "gokul sandal" powder and jasmine flowers around her hair tied in a bun and in a red nine yards saree, her dazzling diamond ear rings and her big bright bindi. She walked towards me and then touched me on my forehead and then ran her fingers through my hair.
I told her that I was so tensed about the baby and that I missed her so much. I was crying.
She gently patted my tears dry and said that she was always with me. She mentioned that she was watching the doctor perform the surgery and that I should not worry about anything in my life hereafterwards. She said that the baby is so cute - just like me. She told me to never forget that I am her favourite granddaughter "lakshmi" which was the name, she would called me.
She told me that I should rest and get over the tiredness and told her that she will watch over me.
She kissed me on my forehead and I dozed off to sleep.
Till this date I remember this incident as if it happened yesterday and yes, you guessed it, no one believes it.
My grandmother - had been dead - several years earlier, when I was in school. . How did she suddenly arrive in that hospital room? How did she stay till I dozed off to sleep? How did she mention about the doctor? Why didn't it occur to me that she was no more?
Was I hallucinating or was my grandmother my guardian angel or had she turned into a ghost? How was it so real? And how did her magical touch make me forget the pain and trauma?
Not all questions have answers, isnt it?