Chapter-60 WHITE MOUSE: I am afraid. My heart is filled with some apprehensive thoughts; I hear her screaming with pain. When I go near and ask her, “Are you alright,” all she says is a YES. She is trying hard to give me a smile, in spite of the pain she is going through. Soon, the doctor arrived and I got out of the room. Since from the day she has conceived, I have been taking care of all her activities. We have visited this hospital more than required (our doctor is a little worried with my obsession towards this). My mother was unable to understand that why I was very much concerned over this. When I explained my worries regarding it, she gave me the confidence explaining how simple it was and not as hard as I think. The doctors have been working inside now. Unwillingly, I try to peep into the room; later I recognise what I am doing and step back. Our love, since from the day we married has been increasing proportionately. We both just love each other while the miracles revolve around us to see the miracle of a true love. Every time, I see her I wonder how I struggled to marry her. I still remember the difficult yet lovely phases in my life: the days I waited for her favourable reply; the days I proposed her; the days I thought of proposing her; the days I loved her so much. She was an angel to me during those days and since then my love never changed, instead it increased by the passage of day, she is still an angel to me. Now, I count every minute restlessly. Then I thought about the day she whispered in my ears with her exquisite eyes, and her whitish face brimmed with the demure happiness that she is pregnant. I can never easily explain how I felt in simple words. The thing is that it can never be explained merely with words. It is splendid in the way happened and nothing more. Tears stagnated in the corner of my eyes, which I could realise, yet couldn’t control. How could I? When I heard that my white mouse is going to become a mother, I wished that let my milky mouse shall give me another white mouse of a daughter closely like her, since I missed all of her childhood days. It is a golden chance for me to live them. Then my mother took care of her daughter-in-law. She never let her do the household work. Though it had another reason, that she was not satisfied by the way she does the work. I explained my wish to beget a daughter to my mother. However, she didn’t care much about it. I know she was hoping for a boy, in the resemblance of me. My girl was also on her side. But my father is on my side as he has a clear knowledge that if it happens to be a boy, then he will be just like me, not obeying his words. I once again saw her. I knew her sweet kisses, and immense care is going to be shared by another, yet when I realised I am going to become a father I am excited and engrossed oblivious of other things. My mother came near me and asked me not to panic and stay calm. I went and leaned on the wall. My girl never forgot to smile, indicating how happy she was every time. She always leaned on my shoulders and I regularly hugged her. We wondered how delightful it was for us to live a life like this on the earth. While she was pregnant she, my mother and I often spoke to the gorgeous angel growing inside her womb. For first few months, my daughter had been silent but on later months, she responded to us with a kick to her stomach. Almost all our relatives and friends are keen on the date in which the beautiful among the most beautiful is going to see this world. We allowed my wife only to sleep on the velvet mattress hearing her favourite songs, reading her favourite books and of course helping me a little in my work and nothing other to do. I took care of her based on the advice of our parents. Her parents are much happy with the life their daughter is living with me. They just stayed away from us and never wanted to interfere in our life. They have a good respect for me, and I too respected them. Six months passed like this. A week before I consulted the doctor, she said to me that the delivery might take place the next week. Then to remain on the safer side, I admitted her in the hospital the same day. My mother and I fetched her, pomegranate and other of her favourite fruits and foods. Since then I have been on leave for my work and remained with her in the hospital. The days passed and now she is inside the operating theatre, and I am standing here outside, tensed saying a strong prayer to the God that everything should be fine. My mother gave me the confidence and stood as a support to me. A few minutes later, I heard a sensational voice, the crying sound of my baby. Every face surrounding us brightened up. The nurse came out. I thought of kissing her hands, which first touched my little angel. I was so excited to hear what she will be saying, yet before she opened her mouth I asked. “Is my wife alright” “Yes,” she said “You got a boy…” she told me. All my hopes shattered in a second; yet, I am not disappointed. I went inside to see how my boy was. Before me, my mother took him in her lovely hands, and then she pampered him by saying her sweet words. My boy is passing around the hands of everyone. I went near, stroked her and cuddled her. She smiled, but her concentration seemed to be resting over with my boy. Finally, my white mouse’s little boy came near me. I stretched my hands. My mother gently placed him in mine. He mostly took her mother’s appearance and a part of mine. I saw my hands and wondered, “Will these things happen?” Then I returned from my sweet imaginary dreams to the sour reality. I have been like this since from the day I joined in the job. I will be imagining my future with her. I loved doing this, and these kinds of things made my life go. I never expected that these years would also be adorable like my past college and school years. That was because of the good friends I have at the job. I realised that it was the right time to propose her face to face, seeing straight into her eyes. I believed something that she will also love me because if she hasn’t, then she would have refused to my proposal through the mail. But she has never done that. So I arrived at the conclusion that she might be afraid of her father or else for her family to accept my wish to live with her. My each and every neuron carrying her name back and forth in my brain made me sense the threshold ecstasy. This weirdest yet tranquilising feeling induced the hate of dying. They slowly increased my hatred towards ageing.
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