AaMeya, maya.. I recall everything about her..Amaya!. Where are you now? I don't know. I can feel your existence. You're nowhere and everywhere at once. With every breath I take, I inhale you... I am completely lost. It's been a year since I met this amazing woman but there is no trace of her now. It's like she never existed in the first place.
Meri Amaya.. Dhundoge mere liye usko??
I travel frequently. I am a writer and a wildlife photographer-ish.. last year I had assignment to shoot near the Dubare Elephant camp. I took this opportunity to take an extended vacation and headed to Mercara. This town it smells of homemade chocolates. I have loved it since I was a child.
So I am parking it at Raja's seat early morning 8 am. I took to the offbeat path towards the left corner of the place and reaches around the edge I was trying to photograph a very beautiful - it had the likeness of Draco dussumieri . I walked a little more towards the edge trying to zoom in for my perfect shot. and I slipped.. but someone grabbed my hoodi and pulled me back. My camera fell from hand and hit my chest. I looked up as I said,' thanks Bro'.
But wait it wasn't a Broo.. it was her.. her dark eyes were deeper than the abandoned borewell outside my hometown. My heart skipped a beat. I heard someone screaming it sounded like marauders cawing. 'Arrey, paagal aadami hai kya? jaan se pyar kro, photo toh non-living hoti hai!!' As I adjusted my focus I realised there were no crows she was screaming at me. What a lovely reprimand...
Abhi kuch kaam krna pdega, nhi toh bhookha marna pdega.. Chlo baaki kal btauga Amaya ko dhoondhna zaroor..
"You should consider abortion as there is a high chance your child will be deformed." She was broken and hurting; she didn't want to accept this news So many conflicting emotions, pulling her back and forth Sickness plagued her fueling her depression Finally realising the severity of the matter...she made the hospital appointment.
One morning after a helpful doctors consult, she decides, "I'm going to keep this baby." I don't care; I will love and look after my baby no matter what The thought of abortion killed her inside She went home after taking the doctors advice for anti-nausea remedies She was hopeful, finally accepting, excited to be a mum again She knocked on the door, her sister comes to unlock the door and greet her The girl looks down and does her sister, shock sets in Red blood, lots of it, they look at each other in despair
First, she had to accept that she had an unwell child, that she may lose the child, or have to make that decision herself. Once accepting to love this child no matter what, she had to accept that he was now gone.
The nurse had to retrieve the baby from the toilet She was unable to look at him, not wanting to accept her reality but asked to keep him
She sits, and she mourns with her delicate baby in his tiny coffin The deformed reality of her baby sinks in; she only wanted to love him Heartbroken, seeing this incomplete child that she so desperately realised she wanted She then had to accept his fate was never in her hands
Life is a rollercoaster of emotions; you only realise what you have until it is gone; once you accept something painful, life changes.
It hurts. It's unfair. It is a process of emotions but accepting reality is the only way to live in the present
Story of my life . Part .4. -- My preschool days were really good. They were good because I was a kid and a person who would be happy for even a little thing. Never did I ever think of of how I will be in my life after my preschool. ( What an idea of an 4 year old thinking about life after L.k.g) And that did make my middle school a little hard I guess. The funny thing is I was going to a school where my mom was already a teacher. And the thing more funnier than this is I was such a cry baby at my first week at school. Just don't ask me . I would be crying because I would miss my mom. Even though she right next to my class. And the irony is that I never once complained when I was in preschool . Far away from my mom. But then here I was. Crying a river when I was in the same school as her. I would laugh every time I hear someone sharing their school experiences . But then slowly I started to evolve from a river to a human baby. I stopped crying but didn't stop complaining to go back to preschool. I guess I liked preschool better. I was a really quiet person than I am right now. I wouldn't participate in any competitions ever. I hated everyone there including my mother who would ask me to participate. I never made friends in 1st grade but i was okay in second grade.
That's how my 1st grade went ..
4th part ✔️
I forgot I wrote this series. Sorry for the late update on this.
The story of life started when i opened my eyes. The moment i opened my eyes , all i saw was light . A little bit much for my liking. Now i think i was a born vampire. But at that time i had no senses so yeah no comments. Everything went so quickly . Really fast. It was like a video that was fast forwarded. All going in rounds and so so. The only sound was my own cries. I guess cries of annoyance. Now when i think of it , it is funny. My cries must have annoyed a lot of people i'm telling ya. But still , it was memory. A memory i don't know how i remember.
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