Will you be my Valentine….?
Cocooned within the threads of trust, is a feeble flickering light. Yet it glows like something you have never been near before. It is warm, but very far from getting you burnt. Probably, there is nothing as soothing. Your heart will not skip a beat, but it is breathtaking! It is too intense, yet you can never take your eyes of it. You are glued there, right where you sat. It’s been ages, when your scream tore the walls apart, the unbearable pain you felt, like there is no hope, no life aftermath. Everything gets so wrong.
There is no memory of when it all started. You craved for the warmth, but found none. You stretched your hands for an embrace so tight, that the loud thumping of the heart deafening your ears could drown for a while. No! It was useless. It simply agitated you. Restless, you twisted and turned. Clueless, so as whether your heart was indeed going to blow off. “Can nobody hear it? May be I am dying” you thought. The pain shooted up and the breath got caught in the throat. Eyes brimmed with water, slowly blurring out every single thing. May be that was the end, because it was too much to bear. A scream escaped, despite trying the best, clenching the gut out. There was no stop till the throat went dry. Even water could not quench the thirst. It felt like, the whole of the inside was set on fire. All hopes seemed to vanish right in front. The eyes gave up, and they shut.
Everything felt ancient now. The time which stopped for a while, has now teleported you to an age where everything seems different, like they probably never existed, or maybe their existence simply made no sense to you. Your lungs that gasped for air before a while, now seems to have forgotten to breathe. The agony that blindfolded you to life is now glaring at you, through the twinkle of the eyes; the lopsided smile and the world’s tiniest fist of your baby.
The chaos inside just before being admitted to in the colorless bed has finally subsided. The terrifying pain seemed inexistent. The panic-stricken face of your family are all smiles, and the creased forehead and pout mouthed husband aka the” just now daddy” can’t stop blabbering. The tired sleep deprived eyes which faced terror in the labor room in the past 72 hours felt droopy, yet glowed with a feeling uncanny, because it was something more than what is called joy.
World’s most delicate thing was staring back – your baby with something beyond just love. The words unspoken mysteriously resounded. Not a single soul around but you heard, the voice out loud ripping off the silence “Will you be my Valentine….MA?” The impeccable gift, just for the mother “Happy Valentine’s day”
Author: Santadipa Adhya
