I was so happy when I got betrothed to the love of my life. We both were flying high on cloud nine. We loved each other a lot, our emotions were one, our souls were one, we shared all our sorrows and joys.
An year after our marriage, she surprised me with the world’s best news, that I was about to become a father. It was a beautiful feeling for both of us. We both were very happy and looked forward to our new life. Finally, the most awaited day arrived, she was taken to the hospital and I was high strung. The doctor said “ you are blessed with a baby girl” and I smiled but the doctor continued “we are sorry as we could not save your wife.” The new born has snatched away the love of my life, I thought.
It had been seventeen years that I had not talked to my little one properly, neither did I share my feelings with her not did I pay any heed to hers. But….today, she came to me dressed up in a saree, looking exactly like her mother and said “dad….I miss her too” and hugged me. I realised how inconsiderate I have been to my little doll, who has grown up not only longing for her mother’s love for she was dead, but also for her father’s love who was oblivious of her. It was the first time I raised my hands to hug her and tears gleamed in our eyes.
I realised that it was not my child but the cruel DESTINY that grappled my love and took her away from me.
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