Pinku-Enchanted Life

All of us have heard the story of the Phoenix at some time or the other. Some of us would have also heard about the Thorn Bird as well. Both stories run parallel about a small bird willingly sacrificing life, either through fire or the piercing of the heart with a thorn kills itself, to be reborn again. All this to me was a myth till seven days ago. A pretty story to be smiled at and a foolish bird to be pitied for its need for a largely unnecessary even if heroic sacrifice and pain endurance. This was seven days ago and then all of it came true for me. My Miracle Maker or in other words the baby I was carrying in my womb was due around the end of February. And on the 23 rd during a scheduled visit to the doctor I was advised to get admitted to the hospital the same day. The doc felt it would be judicious to not wait anymore for a natural birth and go in for an induced labour. I got admitted the that very night, was strapped to a Nuchal Stress Test machine which could on one han

and here is what the co-creator has to say about it!

Tying up loose ends, signing off from work, hobbies, habits I am feverishly preparing for your arrival Aching all night, sitting up counting my joints and days left alternatively I am wondering what holding you for the first time will be like I review my life, the way it has been till now Mad, wild, unthinking, defiant Instinctively now I move towards planning, being responsible My body, the repository of so much pride and pleasure is changing in ways I have never known it to Not fitting into my favourite clothes, bring a smile How strange is that? I wonder at the wonder of it all I wish to record every tiny movement Every sign of your presence in my life, inside me It all feels so novel, till I look around me and see the teeming millions realizing how common all this must be how often felt and seen Yet for me Miracle maker you don't cease to amaze and I await thee!

Life right now is all about kicks. Kicks from management for meeting targets, kicks from family for being totally lazy, mental kicks to myself for forgetting yet another important chore or not feeling up to it and most importantly internal kicks which tell me that someone is alive and kicking and just waiting to make a grand entry the moment its time. These kicks apart from making me sit up suddenly also ensure that from time to time I am reminded of the change that is me. You don’t understand do you? Well let me try and explain then. You see I have been variously described as being wild, lazy, dynamic, potential trouble maker, potential peace maker, good friend, spendthrift and more. What I didn’t know I was going to become is a compulsive moaner, groaner, superstitious, suspicious, crying at the drop of a hat, wallowing in self pity sort of person. I can now manage to scare myself with or about anything and everything. Yesterday a television ad for Johnsons baby wipes

I have wanted you so much I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want you Of course I was smart, I didn’t let anyone know It wouldn’t do to carry your heart on your sleeve Would it? But, I have wanted you There is no mistaking it Have day dreamed about your fingers laced in mine Of wild rides through hills and vales With you by my side Now they tell me I have to let you go Let you go even before I really see you Even before we have looked into each other’s eyes and seen our souls joined how easy is it you tell me? Why am I always faced with these decisions? Where and when did God decide that I should be an example of stoic acceptance? Why cant I rant and rave? And refuse to let go? Why must I be logical and practical? I don’t want any of it, I just want you. Is it so very much to ask?

Frowning hard, swearing under our breath trying to tackle the latest problem that threatens to rock our little boat, we suddenly remember you, and we smile. Quarreling with each other, our hearts as gloomy as the sky outside wishing for a bit of peace, we think of you, and we smile. Our dreams turn rosier, our thoughts pure We tread lightly, with an invisible spring in our steps, We know without being told that your finger has touched us somewhere Lust has turned into love, passionate lip locks been replaced by chaste kisses on the forehead in the foyer of a cinema, all thanks to you We are waiting for you, eagerly, hopefully, to come and change our life forever we of the frayed nerves, of the cynical mind for a moment we shed all our negativity and Miracle Maker with a smile we await you