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THE TOUCH
THE TOUCH
Sometimes, a touch means a world to those who crave to get a glimpse of it. Yes, it is weird but true. The relationship which is shared between a mother and a child is beyond the trivial perception of human minds.
I pondered over these higher notes of life while crouching in Disha's old farmhouse. Disha Verma, an old friend of mine is still pretty close to me. Disha and Rohan were now living in this farmhouse since 4 years. It was built by Disha's dad, Ronit uncle near the mesmerizing beach of Versova. This place has its own serenity which makes it antique amid the dense mortal conopy of Mumbai. You can get a glimpse of the blue sea, dancing with the beats of the tides. You can see the alluring sun kissing each wave of the blue with its scarlet lips.
But there was a black ball amid the gracious moon. I asked Disha about the entire incident. At first she felt hesitant but on insisting she began telling me the entire sequence of events that changed their lives for ever.
Three years back, Disha and Rohan got a confirmation about Disha's inability to conceive.
Their world was about to shatter in a while, when a phone call brought them back to senses.
It was Sujata, Disha's school buddy. Hey Dishu, how are you despo? The voice pierced Disha's blocked mind. Hey hi, I am good. How are you Suji? Disha forced these words out of her frozen brain that had those coagulated thoughts forming huge chunks with each passing breath. Disha, girl you are not good. Stop lying to me. You know you are too bad at lying. Tell me, what is it that's bothering you? Sujata insisted. Disha cried out. Suji, I can't conceive. No one will ever call me a mother. I am too bad a woman. I don't even have the ability to get my own baby.
Relax Dishu, I have a brilliant idea. Why don't you guys adopt a baby? Talk to Rohan. I am sure he will be ok with it. He is a cool guy. Consoled Sujata. Disha sighed with a deep breath of relief. Thank you darling. This is indeed a great idea. Let me talk to Rohan once. Disha replied.
Rohan strolled towards her with a sulky face.
His gloomy eyes were still and filled with strong silence and painful tranquility. Disha held his hands, kissed his forehead and wiped his misty eyes. They walked out of the clinic and got into their car. It was a 15 minutes long drive back home. Disha gathered all her courage and uttered few words. Rohan, I have something to talk. He gazed deep in her addictive eyes and said, I know what you want to say darling. We are not going home now. We are heading for the Central Orphanage. Disha's eyes glowed with pride...
Sometimes, a touch means a world to those who crave to get a glimpse of it. Yes, it is weird but true. The relationship which is shared between a mother and a child is beyond the trivial perception of human minds.
I pondered over these higher notes of life while crouching in Disha's old farmhouse. Disha Verma, an old friend of mine is still pretty close to me. Disha and Rohan were now living in this farmhouse since 4 years. It was built by Disha's dad, Ronit uncle near the mesmerizing beach of Versova. This place has its own serenity which makes it antique amid the dense mortal conopy of Mumbai. You can get a glimpse of the blue sea, dancing with the beats of the tides. You can see the alluring sun kissing each wave of the blue with its scarlet lips.
But there was a black ball amid the gracious moon. I asked Disha about the entire incident. At first she felt hesitant but on insisting she began telling me the entire sequence of events that changed their lives for ever.
Three years back, Disha and Rohan got a confirmation about Disha's inability to conceive.
Their world was about to shatter in a while, when a phone call brought them back to senses.
It was Sujata, Disha's school buddy. Hey Dishu, how are you despo? The voice pierced Disha's blocked mind. Hey hi, I am good. How are you Suji? Disha forced these words out of her frozen brain that had those coagulated thoughts forming huge chunks with each passing breath. Disha, girl you are not good. Stop lying to me. You know you are too bad at lying. Tell me, what is it that's bothering you? Sujata insisted. Disha cried out. Suji, I can't conceive. No one will ever call me a mother. I am too bad a woman. I don't even have the ability to get my own baby.
Relax Dishu, I have a brilliant idea. Why don't you guys adopt a baby? Talk to Rohan. I am sure he will be ok with it. He is a cool guy. Consoled Sujata. Disha sighed with a deep breath of relief. Thank you darling. This is indeed a great idea. Let me talk to Rohan once. Disha replied.
Rohan strolled towards her with a sulky face.
His gloomy eyes were still and filled with strong silence and painful tranquility. Disha held his hands, kissed his forehead and wiped his misty eyes. They walked out of the clinic and got into their car. It was a 15 minutes long drive back home. Disha gathered all her courage and uttered few words. Rohan, I have something to talk. He gazed deep in her addictive eyes and said, I know what you want to say darling. We are not going home now. We are heading for the Central Orphanage. Disha's eyes glowed with pride...
