Reborn..

A close friend had commented on my last blog, that it would probably not take another quake to prompt me post my next blog. It took a greater one I guess – someone special entered my life heralding a huge upheaval and turning life completely topsy-turvy.

 

On eight eight zero eight God gifted me and my husband the most precious gift of our lives – our son Chandranshu. All through life I will carry a very lucid memory of that first glimpse of him on the operation table. The doctor said “Look, he is so much like his father”. I had always wished in some secret corner of my heart that I be blessed with a son (now don’t assume I am a sexist, its perfectly fine to have preferences I guess) and he be like his father. Back on my hospital bed my child lay beside me in his cradle. He was some of my choicest dreams metamorphosed into existence – new, cute, thoughtful and amazed. Eyes laden with sleep, little hands attempting to balance, those cute legs lost in an innocent cycling, those cries and shouts asking us to hold him so close.. Parenthood is difficult for sure.. Your life is completely hijacked I should say, revolving round that little soul. All Priorities reprioritize. All planning falls apart. It like living through days where each moment says ‘what man proposes God disposes’  But the intoxication of motherhood just does not cease to charm. Rediscovering yourself, rediscovering your spouse and your relationship.. its a time of discovery and revelation.. As he grows up so do you. Its like living that life again..

 

My child creates for me a whole new world. With him I visit emotions that had never knocked by being, I sense a contentment so true that I can hardly believe that it ever be, a hug so close that I really feel like one.. and after all that I can hardly believe that I gave birth to this infinite piece of bliss and joy.