Melancholy Baby

Posted by - Rohit

"I could sense your happiness even though I was your small dot of hope and your bond to faith. Sounds of celebration, contentment, I could hear them all. We spoke about us, our lives after I arrive. Your caressing touch as you spoke to me. I wish I could touch your hands back. Early days they were, was a matter of time.

You spoke about life, I didn't know what it meant. I was still that speck within you without an identity. You spoke about Love, it sounded beautiful and you said it trancended everything. You said you loved me and that we were connected for eternity. Within you I could see myself grow. You spoke about aspirations, you spoke about potential, you spoke about dreams, you told me what life is all about, what it could be. You said I would be born to a proud Mother.

You made me hear a voice, A voice that spoke with you. Father, you spoke with her. I heard a voice full of promise, strength and ecstacy. Mother, you said our soul is connected, our hearts beat in unison and that you breathed in life, just for me.

I could sense your restlessness Mother. That deafening voice. Father, you are losing your voice to him. It is now getting stronger, I can sense him coming closer to us.  I can sense your silence. The  vociferous voice now fades. But father, what is in an identity? Why would it change anything?
I hear more sounds. I have heard these sounds before, they use to come with laughter and accolades. These voices now seem to pierce us. Mother speak. Don't let them talk into you. I can't comprehend your silence.

Where are they taking us? Your silence still palpable. I can feel that constraining grip. Talk to me.

"She is a girl"...is all I heard father say and you finally spoke, asking for forgiveness. "Let her live"...begging for mercy. I can sense your pain, your cry, your fright. The wounds I know I'm inflicting on you but tell me why am I doing this. Give me a chance to live.

I can hear you shout. I can hear your pain. I feel you shiver, I can feel those tremors. You are calming down, they made you calm down. Stay calm Mother, stay calm.

I would have been as beautiful as you. A deception too early to understand. The knife now stares at me. "

What is it with people quashing those lives that they deem inferior to them? An act of insecurity itself deems one inferior. What is it with people trying to abolish that same life that creates another? Let us not create ironies.

Save the girl child.



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9 comments:

  1. Well written bro...
    Makes me speechless....

    Hope people understand the simple fact about the importance of LIFE and not the GENDER...

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  2. Intense and fabulous. Life through the eyes of a foetus on death row. Great imagination. You've brought out the emotions really well.

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  3. A very touching narration from an unborn child's perspective. Awesome portrayal of thought and emotion!

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  4. This is lovely... very vividly described....

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  5. Very well written Rohit , you need to seriously consider writing as your (second? )Profession
    suran

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  6. seriously u wrote it???????????????
    mann awesome thoughts...............

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  7. Being a girl .. this is something close to me... thoughts well put :-) Thanks :-)

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  8. This is the best one of all your posts that I've read till now. Im glad I've found this blog.

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