This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 28; the 28th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'BLANK PAGES'.
She sat in the corridor outside the labour room. He walked up and down the long corridor bustling with people. She could she the lines of worry on His forehead. She could sense His restlessness, His bottled-up excitement. He will soon be a father. A father for the first time.
The wait took her to a day thirty years back when she was in the labour room, waiting for Him to come out to this world. The sultry afternoon had soothed down after the season's first shower. It had been a long and painful labour for her. Complicated too. Yet every muscle of her tired body calmed down the moment she held Him in her arms. She brought His tiny white face to her lips. A wave of ecstasy passed through her. She recollected how Amit had abandoned her when he discovered about her pregnancy. She held back her emotions. She has to live for Him, her son.
"You are my blank page, my son, and from today I start writing on it," she whispered into his ears, holding him closer.
She had done a commendable job in filling up the blank pages of His life. She wrote down the first words He spoke, noted down how to take His first steps. She wrote about days and nights, about summer, spring and winter, about black, grey and white. She filled up the pages with alphabets, and numbers. He started to speak words, then sentences. He learnt to read and then write.
Writing on the blank pages of his life had become her addiction. She enjoyed every moment of her son's growing up. The first decade of His life she was busy writing. Moral values and principles, courage to face failure's and disappointments in life. She wrote how to appreciate beauty and take pride in a job well done. She mentioned relationships and their importance. How to love and be loved.
Over the years she kept on writing on those blank pages and He kept on learning.
Today, thirty years later, she looks and Him and sees a reflection of all the words she had written. And she takes pride in it. After all, she tells herself, being an unmarried single mother was never easy in this society.
"Ma... Ma ... Ma... it's a baby boy!!!"
She comes out of her thoughts in an instance. He hugs her hard. He picks her up and twirls her around! She could feel her son's bottled up emotions bursting out. She too is ecstatic. Promoted to the role of a GrandMom! She hugs Him real tight. With her eyes turning moist, she whispers into His ears, "Now it's your turn to fill up the blank pages."
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