My sister is
being opened up by a surgeon as I write this. And I am scared. I wish
everything goes well, and my rational self tells me it will. Just that my
irrational self is acting all stupid and taking control of me. It’s making me
nervous. In another half an hour or so, a new life will be brought in this
world. He/she will utter the primal cry of life, the suddenly risen crescendo
of the uaaann of a baby, followed by gasping breaths just to make
himself/herself ready for the next loud whine. It’s a miracle, the human life
is. From a fist-sized everyone’s plaything, the one entity capable of making
man oblivious to everything else in his life - all his worries, his job, his
hunger, his entity as a living being himself – this round little ball of life,
capable of feeling only the most primal emotions, develops into a grown up
individual, capable of making his/her own decisions, fending for
himself/herself in this cruel world. This is the miracle of life, my
bhanja/bhanji who is going to come into this world today.
I have no idea
if it is going to be a boy or a girl, nor do I know what my desire is leaning
towards. If it’s a girl, it would be my honour to teach her a thing or two
about life, to show to her all the beautiful things in this world, gift her and
read out from books that have played a huge part of who I am today. If it’s a
boy, I would be sure to teach him how to play the guitar, fool around with him
and be his partner-in-crime. I would consider myself blessed either way. But I
would be the most happy to make way for the new generation to take their first
steps in the world.
EDIT:
It’s a baby boy J
